The Bookless Club: Where are the stuffed animals of your youth?

Let’s see …

There’s Mutzy, and Moon-Kay, and Oliver, Peps, Rolly, Celeste, Amadeus, and … this is only a partial list. I could go on and on.

They live with me. All of them. We’re only related in the vaguest of terms, and they take up a significant amount of real estate. But their residency is never in question. Freeloaders? Depends who you ask. I strongly suspect that I’d be hung from my heels if I attempted to dislodge these guests from my home.

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You see, these “guests” are stuffed animals. The friends my kids grew up with. The ones they dragged with them on airplanes, on sleepovers, grocery shopping, and on just about any overnight away from home. Deployment was serious business. In fact, I can remember a careful selection pro