So when we were growing up, my brother had a stuffed gorilla named Rocky. He had red boxing gloves and is, for some reason, a fixed part of my childhood. Right now I can totally remember what his gloves felt like when I squished them.
Anyway, Ana used her Christmas money to purchase this guy, and promptly named him "Mr. Miggins". Why? I don't know. But it's really fun to say.
Deep thoughts for a snow day, but I wonder if one day my kids will be like "Hey, remember Mr. Miggins??"


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