This SQUISHY isn’t a bad squishy, it’s a heartless, brainless, boneless and eyeless Squishy... but that doesn’t make it bad.
This Squishy is so cute and even better, it can be your squishy.
Just close your eyes, carefully put out your hand and say, “Hey little guy. I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine, he shall be my squishy. Come here, little Squishy” before you know it your squishy will be with you.
Even better still, he will be with you holding the appropriate 6oz of silky smooth milk that you’ve also been dreaming about, making each tea break as special as the day your eyes first locked across the pond.