Equals compulsively buying stuffed tigers.
Please don’t tell me this isn’t Hobbes the Tiger. I was shopping for a baby shower and the hormones were running so high, that I took one look at our tiger here and immediately put him in the cart.
I thought, I don’t have kids. But I will one day! Because I either want to relive my childhood by proxy or I want psychotic, hyperactive kids.
I need to go cry now.