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I have this problem whenever Henry and I go into Toys'R Us: I want to buy him one of everything in the store. Today we went there so I could pick up some things for his Easter basket. I was thinking of getting him something cat-oriented because he loves them THIS MUCH. While perusing the aisles, we eventually found ourselves facing a big wall filled with stuffed animals. Henry squealed with unabashed glee and pointed his finger. This was not your average finger point, oh no, it was a finger point full of great purpose. I spent the next few minutes picking out animal after animal and watching him vehemently shake his head in the negative, until finally I got to a huge stuffed bear. His arms shot out and he grabbed it, rubbed his face in the bear's belly, then he cooed a few times. I thought about getting it for him, but then I remembered the last time he went ga-ga for a doll. It was a koala bear. He killed me with his cuteness in the store so I forked over the money, and by the time we got home Henry was all "Whatever, mom." It has since sat untouched on his book shelf. So today we left without a bear. And yet, I still want to buy him everything in that store.