Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

Around my house this Sloth, "Sparky," is king. In fact, I now am the proud owner of 6 Sparkys. Let me explain: My 2-year-old loves Sparky. She will not sleep, eat, stand, sit, go to the potty, swim in the bathtub, slide down the slide, or go to the zoo without either having Sparky in hand or knowing where he is. (sometimes you can get away with "Sparky is sleeping" but that's another story.) Two weeks ago, my daughter was getting ready to go to Pittsburgh to visit her grandmother (we live in Seattle.) It was my daughters first trip away from mommy and daddy, so we did what most any parent would do. We packed and planned, then unpacked and replanned. we bagged up goldfish and applesauce containers...anyway, I'm pretty sure you know where I'm going with this... SPARKY HAD VANISHED. We tore apart the house like crazy people. No sign on the damn sloth. Fast forward to 10:30 that night when we looked at each other and realized that there was only one place he could possibly be. Sparky, somehow, had been left at daycare. This next part is not my finest moment. I'm not proud of it. But you, potential buyers of sparky everywhere, deserve to know. Anyway, back to the story: It was quickly approaching midnight and I became a man on a mission. I walked through downtown to the daycare, dodging drunk tourists and never-do-wells with sheer determination. I was getting Sparky. When i got there, my first instinct was to be reasonable. Surely my door code would work, right? Wrong. It was on a timer. No luck there. I walked around to the back of the building and noticed a cracked-open window. Looking around, I pushed my palms against the pane and slid the window further open. I remember wondering how much trouble I would get in when I picked my leg up over the ledge to climb in. I didn't care. So I got Sparky, my daughter had a great time in Pittsburgh, and I learned a valuable lesson: Always have an extra Sparky.