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Hi My Name’s Alec…

toys2…and my parents are addicted to buying me stuffed BAY-bees.

I don’t think you understand. I mean it…you REALLY don’t understand.

It seems everywhere we go…there’s a store with stuff BAY-bees…and we have to stop and get one. Or two…if they’re on sale.

Mommy’s big on sales.

And not just sometimes. ALL. THE. TIME. Cray-cray.

And whenever we go somewhere there is a BAY-bee store. We ALWAYS have to go to THAAAAT store first.

Even before we eat. Unbelievable?

Good news? I have an incredible memory.

So if we’ve been there before. I remember EXACTLY where the BAY-bee store is…so we don’t waste a lot of time looking. We can make a BAY-bee line straight there.

BAY-bee line…get it..bee line..BAY-bee line…haha…I crack me up.

And. Even if we haven’t been there before. I have a pretty good nose for finding the store.

I really am a time saver. You’re welcome Mommy and Daddy.

toys1And now it’s getting worse. They figured out you can buy these things online. So they have book marks on the compuker.

You know…book marks for the sites that sell BAY-bees.

And you should see the shopping carts in some of these stores. I think one cart has about $60,000 worth of BAY-bees!

$60,000! WHO DOES THAT?!?!

So far I’ve held them off on pulling THAT trigger. Sad. <insert cocked to the side, pathetic head shake here>

But if you think that’s bad. Wait!…no Wait!

In order to keep up the charade of this “little” addiction my parents have.

I pick one or two BAY-bees each night to sleep in bed with me.

It’s usually different every night. I don’t want to hurt any feelings.

Mom and Dad think it’s random. But I have a system. You know…to keep everyone happy.

toys3One last thing…and then I have to go.

(This is a tough subject to talk about…if you’ve never lived with an addict…or two…choke…holding back tears)

What I find the most amazing is that I don’t have they haven’t bought me any duplicates.They really are pretty sharp…those two.

Sometimes JackJoey gets a hold of one and…well…let’s just say…it ain’t pretty.

One time. We came home and it was a stuff-pocalypse.

When that happens. They insist on going out and getting a replacement immediately.

Well that’s enough for today.

Thank-you-you’re-welcome.

See ya ta-mah-wo.