He is sad when you take him out, mostly because he is cold, I think. I wrap him up tight in one of his ridiculous towels (a shark, a fish, etc) and proceed to powder his bum, lotion his body, and brush his hair.
One night, I left his brush downstairs.
His crazy eyes make it.
Seriously. He is so cute. And I really do think I'm being fair.
Love.
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