The conversation was much longer, but this is the gist of it. So, yeah… Stacy has weird preconceptions about what is permissible when it comes to plushies, toys and genders. 
I should note that the blanket in question was only perhaps 16”x20”ish (I guess it was bigger, originally, but it shrunk down before my earliest memories), and I did, indeed, roll her up and pretend she was a snake. And her name was… Blanket. I’ve always hated coming up with names. At least I didn’t have to worry about forgetting that one. ;P
I’ve got a fiery Phoenix of fire(!) on my shirt and Stacy’s got a map of Ireland in the colours of its flag… not that you can see it. Go back to Fatherhood 45 and you can see it. Kia’s wearing another grandma-made dress, this one with a pattern of blue cats which are swarming you and staring at you with their laser eyes. It’s like Basement Cat’s congregation or something.
