Wednesday night, Steve gave Jack a bath. Imagine his surprise when he noticed Roary floating in the water next to Jack, one of Jack's chubby hands firmly grasped around Roary's paw.
How did Jack manage to get the tiger in the tub without Steve noticing it? Yeah, I don't know either.
The good news is that Roary is machine washable. How did I get so lucky as for my kid's stuffed animal of choice to be machine washable? Roary spent the evening hanging in the shower, getting dry, and the next night was good as new. Still, I went ahead and bought a backup tiger on eBay. Thank Yoda for eBay, is all I have to say, because otherwise I'd probably be haunting store saying, "Do you have a little orange stuffed animal, one that could maybe be either a tabby cat or a tiger, depending on if the kid who played with it roared or meowed? Why are you walking away from me?"