Note: some may find the content offensive, but remember this was done in all good fun. My son (the teenage boy) was out shopping with friends, when he happened to see a life-sized stuffed moose, and of course I said there was no way he could have it for his birthday, so his friends bought it for him. Oh was he a happy camper! When he left for university this past September, the moose stayed home, with instructions that no one was to touch it. Well isn’t that just asking for trouble.
Now my multi-talented eldest daughter, who has a warped sense of humour like her Mom, has a very large stuffed Giraffe in her room. So when her brother told her to leave his moose alone, a plan started to formalize in her mind “Baby Girooses”.