Yesterday, I walked by a parked car with a dashboard covered in stuffed animals. First I thought, "What is wrong with that person?" But then I thought about a certain stuffed hippo I sleep with every night.
Which made me think, what is wrong with me? I'm 38 years old and I sleep with a stuffed hippo?
This sparked a lively conversation last night. I found out I'm not the only 30 something with a stuffy tucked under her pillow. Someone else, who shall remain nameless, still cuddles a security blanket. And another cherishes a childhood toy.
Okay, so now that my hippo is out of the closet, what about you? What are you holding onto?
3 years ago