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I am feeling delightfully immature right now. I went with my dad to help him pick out gifts for a baby shower he's going to, and in the bizzare gender/color seperated world of Babies 'R Us, I fell to the level of a small child. We were happy looking through the toy section, and I saw a rack of stuffed animals. I thought they were cute, but when we walked by the rack again, I asked my dad, "Can I have one?" He laughed, but I was serious. I now have a incredibly soft, pastel pink teddy bear with angel wings, a pink bow 'round it's neck, and "Little Angel" embroidered on it's chest. It's insanely cute, and I love it.

...and yes, I still sleep with stuffed animals. Got a problem with that? *Nyaaaaah*