Once upon a time, I went off to college and was given a little stuffed rhinoceros to keep me company. I named him Henry Proboscis. Now Jim has discovered him and taken him for his very own. He calls him Henry Kobonksis. Please take a moment to consider how adorable that is before reading on.
Last night we had a rather lengthy discussion about Jim's new pal (who Jim informs me is kind of a real rhinoceros and not just a fake one or a baby one). Apparently, he likes vegetables and frequently throws vegetable parties for his rhinoceros friends in our yard, but they all have to hide when I come around. I foolishly asked where such large creatures could possibly hide in our yard, and received a scathing "Up in a tree" for my reply. Fortunately, Jim hastened to assure me that no harm would come to me if I found them. "Don't worry, Mommy," said he. "Henry Kobonksis is just a nice rhinoceros."
Is it still a creepshot if it's my own kid snoozing with my old stuffed animal?