It occurs to me that I am traveling with not one, not two, but three stuffed toys in backpack. This is two more than usual:
You see, one Bobbles always lives in my backpack. He likes it there and has moved in permanently. One Bobbles is for Isabelle, cause Bobbles rocks and she is now converted to the cause of the blue owl. Parsley, Katy’s lion, must follow me in all my Katy-less travels. He keeps an eye on me to make sure I don’t get myself into trouble (or so I’ve been told).