Reagan and fluffy

Reagan is in that annoyingly cute stage where she has to take ALL of her stuffed animals with her.  You should see this 36 inch little girl trying to carry 10 stuffed animals to the car.  She has her Minnie Mouse, Minnie the Bear, Aggie the Bear, Chica the Bear, Pinky, Fluffy, Kitty, Kipper, Doggy, Bobo, George and Rainbow.  This doesn't include her Polly Pocket dolls which are typically shoved in her pants pockets or the dolly's car which is clutched in both hands, or her blanket which is tucked up around her shoulders like a fluffy poncho.  She manages to maneuver all of this to the front door.  At that point it is either mommy's or daddy's responsibility to take over and get all of them out to the car.

I know some people might say that we should just leave them behind, but they don't know Reagan.  She's the type of person that will gather up all of the lonely little animals.  She's going to be the one putting bandaids on the neighbor kids' knees.  She believes in doll hospitals.  She has to take the animals with her so that they won't be lonely or scared.  After all, if we left her at home she would feel lonely and scared.  So, after carrying Georgie and an armful of dollies to the car, I end up coming back inside for the second load and then a third load.  And when we come home, I just pray that it's not raining so that my trips to and from the car are easy.