Not being able to sit on the couch with your stuffie(s), because someone might see or they cleary don’t understand. Or take your stuffie(s) with you when you go out.
We littles should be able to do so whenever and wherever we want *pouts* If only I was big and confident enough to do so. Especially when you slip into little space.
My wife doesn’t have ALL her stuffies on the couch, as they couldn’t possibly fit. And her bedtime ones mostly stay in bed (her favorite two). But our couch proudly displays..(counting)…5 stuffies pretty much constantly. Girls love them, guys don’t care. And when people ask what they are, I simply rely with their name. And then what I believe they’re doing.
“That’s James. He’s judging you.”
“This is Cornelius. He’s just kickin it”
You sounds like a very good Daddy!
Thank you! But I was wrong there’s 7. I forgot gizmo and bleep bloop
I hardly ever reblog Daddy/girl stuff but this one actually made me laugh out loud. Haha!
James isn’t the only one judging you