My son has decided that his favorite animal is the skunk.
It’s an unusual choice.
So unusual, in fact, that it has been exceptionally difficult to find the skunk stuffed animal that he has said is the only thing he wants for Christmas. It doesn’t help that a few weeks ago he told “Santa” that he wanted a skunk hand puppet, which “Santa” got him and patted herself on the back for. Then he said that he wanted a large, cushy skunk that he could use like a Pillow Pet, and when I said that I thought he wanted a puppet, he burst into tears.
I said, “Okay, but I don’t think they make a skunk Pillow Pet.”
And he said, “But Santa can make it in his workshop!”
Ouch. Guess it’s time to start Googling.
And guess what? It is a freaking nightmare to find a big squishy skunk. I found lots of small ones:
And some ugly ones:
One that farts:
And Mike found a terrifying skunk/child hybrid:
But it wasn’t until I put my family on the hunt that my sister-in-law finally found a 16 inch skunk from Stuffed Safari, which I can’t show you because their images are copyrighted. So just imagine the perfect skunk.
Christmas is saved! Thanks, Amy! “Santa” almost messed the whole thing up. Because of a freaking skunk. Oh, Christmas, you crusher of dreams. Don’t make it hard to love you, baby.