I used to sleep with an army of stuffed animals when I was a kid. My favorites were a rainbow dolphin and a Pikachu. Sadly, I only have one left that survived over the years as I grew up. I have no idea what happened to the rest of them, and I wish I did. But when I was cleaning out my room to prepare for tearing out the carpet a few years ago, I discovered this lone survivor buried deep in my closet; a beanie baby frog. I cannot remember if I called him anything other than Froggie, but he now sits on top of my lamp. He’s got a perfect view of the TV up there. I don’t sleep with him anymore, but I definitely intend to keep him around for the long haul. I’m the sentimental type.