Appropriate for ages 3 and up. I’m over 3, still counts.
You have been cultivating you collection since childhood. You've got the bear your grandparents gave you at birth, the bunny rabbit you won at a carnival when you were 8, and then there's the really cute owl you bought last fall. You see nothing wrong with this, because they all bring you comfort and provide you with wonderful memories. Who cares if you're in your twenties? Your friends might toss you dirty looks when they see you brood of stuffed friends, but you know they've got a secret bunny or bear they like to snuggle too.
You have a dirty stuffed animal from when you were little.
The level of crazy hoarderness jumps up exponentially if it was given to you in the hospital. Like, when you were born.
This is your argument against getting rid of them:
And how could you ever hurt them?!
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Each stuffed animal has a crazy, made up name.
Beary Bearington was as creative as you got at 8.
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