One afternoon last week, I went to Starbucks for a coffee. While waiting for my drink, I was looking through the new fall/Halloween merchandise they had set out. I came across a bin of the cutest plush creatures I have ever seen. There were three different kinds, each looking like something straight out of Monsters, Inc., one of my favorite kid movies. I knew the girls would love them, so I got one of each and let them pick what they wanted. Kitten picked out the monster picture above and christened it "Wig," which later became "Mr. Wig." Please don't ask me why she named him this, but it's very cute and very funny.
Anyway, last Friday, when her dad picked her up, she wanted to take Mr. Wig with her, and I obliged. I started regretting that last night. She wouldn't go to sleep, didn't want to stay in bed, and began crying for Mr. Wig. "I want my Wiggy!" she wailed inconsolably.
So yes. At 10 PM last night, I drove to Starbucks and bought not a coffee but a small, stuffed, plush, one-eyed monster.