We now have a 53" bear living at our house.

I went to Costco about a week ago and there was a pile of huge bears right in front when we walked in. Berit went ballistic for them. So I let her sit in the cart and play with one for awhile, then I said it was time to say good-bye and we waved to the bear. Well, she wasn't havin' it. She threw a fit. I mean a true fit. She screamed the rest of the time in Costco (free samples wouldn't even appease her), buried her head in the shopping cart and was just completely a wreck. It was actually pretty embarassing, and the worst fit she's ever thrown. We went and visited the bear again before we left-- and in a weak moment, I totally caved. I know this isn't the precendent I want to be setting here-- having a kid throwing a fit, and then the kid getting what she wants, but I did it anyways. So I somehow put the bear in my cart amongst my Costco sized groceries and off we went....and there has been nothing but pure JOY at our house ever since. She loves to run and fall into it-- and she has even watched a little TV in the bear's lap (so Mom can cook dinner). This thing has been a lifesaver. Somehow, he got the name Johnny, and so far it has stuck.
When Dad first saw it, he said that Johnny could stay for a few days, but then he was going back to live at Costco. But he changed his mind once he saw this face.
Only downfall? Well I am now stuck with this thing in my living room.