I figured I may as well begin with something—or someONE—very close to my heart. I did this sketch over a year ago, and he really DOES look like that—distorted nose and all. Poor guy.
Yes—his name is Teddy. I do not claim responsibility for this, having been approximately one hour old at the time I received him as a gift. That being said, by the time of my second birthday party, I named my NEW animal "Panda," clinging proudly to the lack of creativity in names that was rapidly becoming a family tradition.
As an extra and, I personally think hilarious note: when I was more like six, I received another stuffed bear as a gift. This one happened to be completely white, and my mother encouraged me to, quite logically, think of something white after which to name him. I happened to be standing beside her closet when she said this to little six-year-old me clutching my new bear. Looking down, I took note of a certain pair of Keds sitting upright on her shoerack. The poor woman was expecting "Snowflake."
He's named "Shoebear" to this day.
But—THIS is Teddy. I had to have been an unpredictable child.
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