Welcome, Little Mac.
I saw this bear buried in the bulk item yard at Deseret Industries and decided the following course of action was required:
1. Take a picture.
2. Text that picture to the family, asking if anyone needed a bear.
I didn't bother checking my phone as we continued to wander the store because I figured no one would want this bear of unusual size. You'd think, old as I am, that I should have recognized the peril in that innocent photo and jokey message, because shortly after our oldest and I left the store we were back at the store ensuring the bear had not been purchased before my wife could arrive for a close inspection.
Needless to say, and despite its flaws, the bear is now in our home, awaiting refurbishment, and startling us as we catch view of him unexpectedly in the kitchen.
Thus the unofficial nickname "Little Mac," which my wife decided to adopt for the critter when I told it to her.
The name comes from a MASH episode featuring a full-sized dummy a chopper pilot uses as a counterweight when he has to fly in only one casualty. The dummy is used in a practical joke at camp and ends up torn to bits. Hoping that doesn't happen to our Little Mac.
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