When I was a little girl, I had a stuffed Bambi that I took everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. I smuggled him into kindergarten with me and he went with me to McDonald's while I ate my Chicken McNuggets. He slept with me, ate breakfast with me, and drew in coloring books with me. He used to look a lot better, but having been through the washing machine and a childhood has left him a bit battle-scared. Now that Bambi has been entrusted to Tommy's care, I hope he will have as much fun with Tommy as he did with me.