My Auntie Stacy comes to visit me every couple months. She's mega fun. We play toys, sing Lady Gaga songs, and talk about fashion. She's a billion times more stylish than mom.
She came into town to visit me for Christmas and brought me this awesome owl toy.
It has a baby owl that tastes delicious. (Though at this point I've given up hope that anything will ever be boobie-flavored.)
I liked tasting the leaf...
...and examining the ring.
But the best part of my new owl? The box, of course.