I am pretty sure that whoever designed the aptly named Chum Buddy was peeping into our window on Zoey's very first Halloween when she went as a shark. (Went where exactly, I don't know.) Here she is apparently plum tuckered from the weight of nylon, zonked on the rug in her room like a treat.
There will be a time (in another 4 years, *deeper sigh*) when Zoey will go to slumber parties, a living room floor littered with squealing girls in High School Musical sleeping bags, Justin Bieber 2.0h-no-what-can-I-do-to-slow-down-the-plodding-of-time? I guess I like to imagine my girl nestled in a 7ft. shark on just such an occasion, 30lbs. of poly-fill not so stiff as a board or light as a feather between her and the shrieks of sameness that comes with being a girl at a sleepover.