Clearly you don't have children...

[siskaren]

My son was the doctor for Halloween, but no one got it and thought he was a weird kid being an Amish kid for Halloween

When I read this, I immediately thought of this storyline in Retail:

http://retailcomic.com/comics/october-27-2008/

[Krysalis]

My dad has a dalek display at work on a shelf and a miniature set of all the doctors my brother got him when he went to Wales. My son was the doctor for Halloween, but no one got it and thought he was a weird kid being an Amish kid for Halloween

I get the feeling the past two Doctors would get a kick from being thought such.

Me? Um, I still sleep with a giant teddy bear. I'm 24. I picked him up from a local Market of Walls for 10 bucks in, what, 2006? I haven't put him down since, except to go on trips.

Thankfully, I have an understanding BF who will help supplement my plushie and toy collection.

Once upon a time, around 4 or so months ago, I was taking another Pony hunt. Now, keep in mind, I live in Smalltowne, USA, and nowhere seemed to have these. Places like Market of Walls and Mart-K's and what have you. The only place in town sold Fakies, and they were Deity awful ugly, too. Bright, bright, NEON PINK Pony with Orange Hair?

So, a month or so ago, I was out with BF again, shopping around and drooling at doodads. He went to the bathroom and I took a leisurely stroll through the toy aisle.

Lo and beholds, PONIES. BF walks out of the bathroom, and I swear I must have given him the longest, saddest, most hopeful puppy dog face EVER. The only thing I said was "They have ponies?" with a beautiful, rising crescendo-- BF let me buy two of them, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie (my favorites!) so long as I was the one walking around the store with them.

He's a closet Brony, though.

I also used to have a G1 or G2 Pony when I was a kid. I think it was the purple talking one? I'd die to have another one like her.

[ozcatbug]

A few years ago, or maybe 10, the golden arches were selling international Snoopy toys, a new one every day. When my brother and I found out, we decided that was going to be Dad's present for Christmas that year (Dad loves Snoopy). By the end of the promotion I was buying an english mcmuffin and a Snoopy, then tossing the muffin (was so sick of the golden arches I didn't eat it for 18 months). Dad loved his present.

At the time mum and dad had 2 show vans. Mum's was totally tacky: heart shaped bed, mirror balls, purple faux fur, silver microdot fabric, alien-head lights. Dad's was totally classy: velvet bedspread, and a maroon, black and silver colour scheme. That is where Dad decided to show his Snoopy collection. When he was at a show, he had to keep a careful eye on anyone getting into the van (Mum and Dad never roped off their vans). There was a few times when he heard some parent saying to their kid to take one of the Snoopies. When the parents were informed that the Snoopies weren't going anywhere, they would try the "but they are toys, and my kids want them". Luckily the vanning community would rally around dad and inform these parents that the Snoopies would not be leaving the van, and that it was important that these children learn the word NO, and if the children (and parent) couldn't understand that word, then it would be better that they leave. Oddly enough Dad had more trouble with people trying to walk off with one of the Snoopies, Woodstocks or the stuffed Charlie Brown (actually no one ever tried to take off with Charlie), than mum did with her (huh, mine) stuffed alien or the many inflatable aliens. You'd think a 4 foot bright green inflatable alien would be more of a attraction to a kid than a 2 inch Mexican or Scottish Snoopy.

[cashierbex]

One of my coworkers bought me a giant Snoopy for my birthday/Christmas. Last year I got Woodstock and I bought myself a Peanuts Christmas tree. I just love different characters. I can't just chose one, well aside from Batman.

I had a huge stuffed animal collection, but gave a lot of it away. Little kids need it more than I. But the one's I can't live without are ontop of my dresser. Except one. He is my panther I bought from the Everglades. His name is Stanley. I sometimes also sleep with my stuffed animal I had forever, Daddy Dolphin. Oh and I have a small pillow that I get angry if someone takes it. Pilly is its name. I will never grow up.