Or more accurately a dog. Out of all of the stuffed animals they had Preston chose a dog. And really not even that cute of a dog. But once he'd decided, he'd decided. I couldn't sway him. Not to the adorable monkey. Or the cute and scary dragon. Not even to the gray kitty. He just wanted the doggy.
What Preston wants, Preston gets. Well for the most part. What can I say he's one spoiled little boy. And I don't just mean on my end. I mean all around. My his Nee-Maw and Grandpa who buy him gifts practically every time they go into a store. By his Gigi who has a basketball hoop in her backyard just for him and who just ordered a jump house for her house because Preston loves them. By his Aunties, who seem to always have a little something for him. He's just a spoiled little boy. A very LOVED and spoiled little boy.
Back to Build A Bear.
We got down to building a bear. When it's time to stuff the
Of course after our doggy was stuffed, he definitely needed a shower. It's kind of like how after a hair cut you rinse all the loose hairs off. Doggy needed to rinse all of the extra fluff off. I practically had to drag Preston away from the shower.
But it had to be done. Doggy needed to pick out an outfit and he needed a birth certificate.
We picked out a fabulous outfit. I'm not kidding. It was awesome. I only wish I could have gotten Preston a matching one. How adorable would that have been!?
Preston decided to name his doggy, Caillou. It couldn't possibly be from the little boy on one of his favorite TV shows? Oh yes, I do believe so.
Caillou quickly made his way into Preston's heart. For a day or so. Now he just has a spot in his room that warms a dresser. He was fun while he lasted.