Overturning the box and slamming it on the floor a couple of times ensures that all the appropriately themed confetti is now in my possession. I do a last sweep to satisfy myself that none of the little suckers are left behind... The little bear looks up at me hopefully, perhaps sensing that I'm not overly kindly disposed towards cute little furry toys, and makes me rub it's soft little tummy contemplatively. To keep this one or give it away to a deserving child this time? I'm really not a soft toy kind of person, despite parenting a rather stoned looking tufty haired white bird with a shocking pink feet and bill (who answered to Stallone, naturally), a goggly eyed snake, a crooked whiskered lion and a massively bug eyed purple pachyderm.... all of whom have found very nice homes (well, either that or deeply interested kiddie surgeries). I'm not sure if he actually looks less silly than he did the first time around, but I suspect there is an element of stolen dolphin balloon in my gaze. Maybe I'll keep him for a bit...