My four-year-old niece has a stuffed toy dog named Baggy. He has velcro on his paws because he came into her house holding a rolled-up red blanket as a Christmas present. When I asked what she would name a pet chicken (I made her some scrambled eggs for breakfast), she answered, “Froggy.” I like the way kids think.
Why Bother Naming It?
Because the internet needs another blog.

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