R.I.P. Weird Apple

Almost a year ago, our family (accidentally) acquired another family member. One might say that it was fate that brought us together.
But they would be wrong. It was just some random Chinese waiter who thought my kids were cool, thereby deserving some poorly constructed stuffed animals.

Weird Apple had a good run. It's not easy being a toddler's toy.

Early this morning, he met his ultimate demise.


Though only Caleb is pictured, his older counterpart, Salem (who had clearly gotten over his "this is my baby" fetish with Weird Apple), pulled out all his insides.



When I was gathering all of the stray pieces of fuzz and tossing them into the trash, I'll admit I was quite smug and satisfied with Weird Apple's passing. After all, he's been staring at me with those weird squinty eyes for almost a year now. Harboring hostility toward a stuffed animal can be quite exhausting, you know.



I'm sure tomorrow he'll have one last foray in the Chancler household when I'm discovering more of his cotton stuffing in a diaper.

When Salem didn't argue about Weird Apple being tossed in the trash, I didn't feel guilty at all about not even offering to try to patch him up. Yes, I am THAT mom that dances a jig while getting to throw out an old toy.



Farewell, Weird Apple.
You'll be missed. 
Live long and prosper.
You're in a better place.


You were just. plain. weird.