Yesterday, while clearing out the guestroom to make way for a new wardrobe (yay!), I unearthed this treasure chest of soft toys. It's a collection both Mae and I have gathered over the years - even before we met each other.
Yes, you read right. Some of those toys are mine. And no, I generally do not buy soft toys for myself. Really. Which is why all of mine were given to me.
I have a theory about this. Hehhhehh...
In a new relationship, the girl will buy the boy soft toys. She will lovingly wrap it with the sweetest gift wrapper. She will lovingly tie a dainty little ribbon around it. And she will attach a dainty little card. "For you to remember me by, my love," she writes, "When you're out there, alone, on the road".
"She really loves me," he thinks as he displays it in his car.
No. No. No. No. No. It's not love, son. It's the secret coded language of women the world over. It's a message that says, "This man is taken. Lay off!"
So boys, the next time your girl gives you a soft toy to display in your car, she's really just marking her territory. And now you know. Hahahahah!!!
Still, looks like Baby will have quite a few soft toys to inherit! When he's old enough to sit up, I'll seat him right there in the box amongst the toys and we can have a nice little photo session. Watch out, Anne Geddes!
It won't be long now. Wooo~