Fox, Her Friend

So...it escaped my notice because it happened gradually, but Chicklet has a new, inseperable friend.

Mr. Fox.

(Who might axtually be a wolf, but is a fox to her. Technicalities, my peeps. Minor, insignificant details.)

Here he is at dinner...

Sheltered from the rain during errands...





In Target (And, yes, yes, those are earmuffs. In August.).



Greeting some doggies near the candy store (Chicklet actually introduced the doggies to Mr. Fox, and it was adorbs.)

Watching a movie on a long car ride...



Perusing the toys (again, in Target)...



Posing at back-to-school night...

At Monday Lunch with Daddy...

At breakfast in Mexico (yup, Mr. Fox is an international man of mystery)...



In bed with the cutest snuggly sisters ever...



In the hotel room on vacay...



At the airport...

Taking a siesta in the car...



And another siesta...



For the record, it's Little Man's biggest coup when he manages to steal Mr. Fox away (not because he luuuurvs him, mind you, but because he loves his sissy not having him, ha)...



Oh, and more sheltering from the rain...

In case you were curious, this is the orginizational layout of Chicklet's crib. Every night. Just like this.

So she clearly has other stuffed friends. 

But Mr. Fox is the only buddy she carries around. 

He must be the ringleader with prime head-through-the-slats positioning like this. ;)

I mean, it truly was hilarious to me when sifting through pictures to realize Mr. Fox is always there. Everywhere. 

But I adore that she adores this dang stuffed animal.

Even if I sometimes wish I weren't responsible for the whereabouts of a fourth child, ha. 

Happy Sunday, peeps!