“If they don’t have the exactly perfect, fluffy, friendly, not-threatening teddy T-Rex at Toys “R” Us, I don’t think they’re going to have it anywhere else, Wiley, so will you just pick one so we can go? Our appointment’s at one, and I don’t want to be late, and we have to drive all the way across town.”
Jackson crossed his arms over his chest and gave me an exasperated look.
I stood in front of the stuffed animal aisle, overwhelmed. I wanted Tony to have a teddy T-Rex. The only one they had was taller than he was and would not be something he would be able to carry around.
“I just want a dinosaur teddy bear,” I said in despair. “That’s all. Just a teddy bear that’s also a dinosaur. And not a freaking dinosaur wannabe wearing a watch and a pair of sunglasses! Is that too much to ask in
