This is the day he comes home... a day of momumental concern....for a four year old. He is David's beloved Grubby. I don't remember where Grubby came from I believe he was grabbed in Walmart by Andrew for David when David was a baby...on one of the rare occassions we were in Walmart, I do mean rare it isn't a place we go to very often. In David's own words Grubby is his Bestest bestest friend and bestest bestest stuffy. Grubbyis named appropriately after his appearance which is now well loved yellow, he had a face once a long time ago he reminded me of Hello Kitty, now he is covered in holes but sits comfortably on David's head. How I could have been so calous in forgetting him at the hotel in Niagara last weekend? I don't know. No sleep be damned, relying not on myself totally to go over the room, trying to pack for three boys and 1 grown man plus myself plus make it to said grown mans game on time, what was I thinking...all is saved tonight when Auntie Header and Uncle Richard and cousin Maverick show up with Grubby in tow all will be well in this world ... for a 4 year old named David and his bestest bestest friend.
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