Chubba

The other day Jared and I were reading a book about babies and kids and we came upon this paragraph:

"Stuffed Animals:Babies frequently mistake these toys as living, breathing companions (particularly if the stuffed animal has wide eyes). This is a technical glitch that usually disappears within seven to twelve years."

Jared paused and looked at me....

For those of you that know you me, you know that I love Hippos, and that I have a Hippo named Chubba. (notice the wide eyes)

Chubba is 10 he will be 11 on July 14, and yes we celebrate his birthday. (I also love birthdays so the more the merrier).

Chubba IS alive.

I know in my logical brain that he is a stuffed animal, but seriously I know he is alive. Chubba has been all over the world with me, he gets his picture taken in different countries, he is always in my carry-on because if he got lost in luggage somewhere I am pretty sure I would get the FBI to open a worldwide search for him. I get nervous even putting him above my seat because if we did have to evacuate the plane, I would NEED to grab him! If you read my fear of drowning you will understand that on ferries I get nervous if we leave Duke or Chubba in the car cause there is no way I am getting off without them. Sometimes in Seattle we would just sit in our car on the ferries if Duke was in there so we would be able to rescue him...on the ferry in New Zeeland I took Chubba in my backpack up to the deck so he would be safe.

Yupp that's right I am 28 and still have a Hippo named Chubba who I really believe is alive AND I sleep with him. If you have a problem with that then Oh well, because I am perfectly ok with it and as Dr.Seuss says, "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" LOVE that quote!

So, yes, Jared shot me quite the look...and then we all started laughing...Chubba too, cause he was there reading about his future little sister.