One of the things I find so funny about teens is their quest to be adults, but they still cling to childish things. When I went downstairs to the basement where this slumber party was, I looked in horror as I saw Kirby. Technically this is Kirby #2. Kirby is the doll my daughter has held since birth. It was made of a pink terrycloth material and had a pink & white striped head w/ lace around it. Today it is actually made of an unrecognizable fabric worn paper-thin in many spots. The lace has worn off. The color--best described as dingy grey. The stuffing is so displaced from the years of wear, it hardly looks like a carcass. I would not even venture to put the thing up to my nose. One thing is for certain--it should have a biohazard sticker on it.
When I asked my "teenager" what Kirby was doing out, she proudly cried that they all had some form of Kirby--be it a doll or blanket. Gross!