Best Toy Ever

My parents found this most excellent plush tiger, known as a Pillow Chum. He folds up to sit like a regular stuffed animal, but even better, he unfolds into a comfy rug. Both the boys adored it. Buster would throw himself backwards on the tiger, luxuriating in the fuzziness, and Q-ster would crawl underneath, pretending to have been eaten.

There was such competition for the tiger that we thought we had driven four hundred sixty miles to go . . . to Costco, to get a second tiger. I believe that Ama and Agu have stocked up on Pillow Chums in preparation for Christmas.

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Q-ster continues to expand the number of words he says. He bounced on the tiger, saying “Boing!” He also seems to have developed a German accent for his new vocabulary. He was quite upset that he’d spilt a bit of his dinner on the tray and demanded “Vipe! Vipe!” for us to wipe up the mess.

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Some pop culture updates:

Adam Shankman is getting upgraded from guest judge to resident judge on So You Think You Can Dance. I’m impressed with his comments and critique, so I think it’s a good thing, although I don’t know if they’re going to continue having guest judges. Four judges = too much talking.

There are five hours of Dancing with the Stars and two hours of So You Think You Can Dance on TV this week. This is more television than I can handle. Ack!

For those who missed it,:
Neil Patrick Harris’ opening song at the Emmy Awards ("Put Down the Remote").
Dr. Horrible hijacks the Emmy’s.
And from a few months ago, NPH’s closing number at the Tony’s.
Brilliant, all of them.