I found myself thinking, "If I put this Hello Kitty bolster I bought to replace Joy's stinky one, on my shoulder, it may look like a Predator shoulder launcher and thus more manly."
The best I could do was put the bolster into the biggest plastic bag the cashier could offer me (only covered two-thirds of said bolster) and just tuck it under my arm, remembering not to suck the thumb of my free hand while waiting at the traffic light.
When I got back from the mall, the delight on my 7-year-old's face made the awkward walk home worth it.
On the request of my Twitter friends, I took this photo so that they couldn't say NPNT.
Meet the Hello Kitty-nator. Go ahead, make my bed.