I apologize to you, big bear, for the rough treatment along with being disemboweled and having your innards tossed around at midnight so my 3-year-old could pretend that it was still snowing…

But my son’s happiness (and staying-in-the-room-at-night-ness) are more important than your comfort.

Sorry about that. I’d say you deserve better, but you take up too much space in his room and this is about as much as he has ever played with you.

So #sorrynotsorry