I just about died the other day when I walked in my family room and found this:
I didn't set this up in any way, shape or form. He just decided that Big Bird needed a friend (or maybe the other way around), and the rest just came naturally.
It did kind of melt and break my heart at the same time to think that the kid has such strong feelings for a life size stuffed animal. Makes me think he really needs more human toddler friends, even though I take him out around other kids almost every day.
This big bird was mine 20 some years ago. When you lift his little tail feather, you'll find a cassette tape player where you insert a Big Bird narrated story tape. I wish I still had that tape, but it's long gone now.
This bird's feathers are more brown than yellow these days and he weighs about 20 pounds, but Niall carries that thing around like it's his prize pig.
He started off in my family room when I was about 3 years old, then he was passed down to my little cousins, who are now 10 and 12, and now he's back home again. I'd say he's had a pretty good life. It's good to have a new buddy for good ol' bird again. I'd say the best buddy he's ever had.
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