I wish I had a cute pair of socks and some sewing skills lying around so I could make my own squishy friends!
If only every teacup came with an expectant little bear faces. Don't worry bears, I'll give you a lovely warm home in my belly where you can hang out with your friends roast chicken, potatoes and kale. It will be nice to see them again won't it?
Now that I'm getting older and slowing down a little (LIES!) and not raging six nights a week like I once did, I can imagine eating bright green donuts shaped like sweet little bears without feeling queasy in the least. There was a time when even the hint of breakfast would send me wretching. I'm happy to be able to appreciate the cuteness and whimsy of green icing.