I’m sure when I was a kid my parents wondered why every single stuffed animal I owned had to be on my bed. (And I’m not even kidding). I doubt that I ever told them…but I’ve come to realize that I have this strange thing where I feel sorry for inanimate objects! I was so afraid of hurting one of my stuffed animal’s feelings, that I’d just have to have them all around me; I couldn’t bear to think that one would be sad if I chose another one. (The movie Toy Story has since proven my theory…)
I had thought that I had suppressed these feelings, but I realized in the grocery store the other day that I felt really bad for the apples I passed over in favor for the non-bruised ones. Will these apples find a good home? Are they sad because *I* didn’t pick them? Geez, Nance. Get a grip…
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LOL Just wanted to say I look forward to reading you posts all the time and ones like this are why!
Hahaha – too funny! I wonder if my little Logan will feel like that about apples when he gets older since most nights I can’t even find him on his bed because of all the stuffed animals.
LOL! Great post!
Hee hee! That’s so funny!
I definitely don’t feel sorry for inanimate objects though. Not that I think you’re weird or anything! I actually think it’s kind of cute. My oldest daughter is that way about her dolls.
We need to start a self-help group….that is COMPLETELY me. When I was picking out a Winnie the Pooh from the Disney Store shelves for Darren a couple of years ago I just was so fixated on apologizing to the unselected in my mind…they would not be the blessed recipients of my son’s nightly hugs.
Lawsy…
Great post…and THANK YOU!
Just found your blog! I think we are almost the same person! LOL! I have twins that are 3 and a 12 month old and I think we do the same crafts!
Can’t wait to read more of your blog!
LOL I also share those feelings… Yeah even in the supermarket…But definetly with the dolls. I would play with dolls I didn’t like just to make sure they felt accepted…
And I was so sure the playmobil had a life of their own once I left the room. I was dreaming of getting a camera to see what was going on when I was at school…