Stuffed animals: the constant battle.
My husband hates them and every few months tries to throw some away. Our kids adore them and nothing makes them happier than adopting a new one. I’m in between; I loved them as a kid but as an adult I wish my kids didn’t have so many.
However, these stuffies bring so much joy and get played with daily. That coupled with the idea that in a few years they will likely outgrow these little friends softens me and I try to embrace the stuffy stage.♀️
Where do your loyalties lie? Stuffies or the trash can?