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Build-A-Bear
Sep. 6th, 2007 12:06 pmTook the Little Brother to Build-A-Bear Workshop at the mall, his sister got one a few weeks ago so he was totally jazzed to get one too. I said hey cool can we build one with TWO HEADS? And three arms! With lobster claws on the ends!! He said no that would be silly. Internal voice: Ok then can we just make a bear with really big balls?
It’s a neat business, Build-A-Bear, there are like two dozen different kinds of empty shells to choose from – bears, dogs, turtles, dinosaurs, penguins, you name it - pick one and take it over to the stuffing machine, this huge colorful Doctor Seuss looking contraption filled with clouds of soft white fluff. The Build-A-Bear assistant takes your bear-skin and puts it over the stuffing nozzle, fans start blowing tumblers are tumbling and the bear fills out with stuffing-essence. I got the kid to shout with me “It’s alive! They called me MAD at community college but I’ll show them! ALIVE!! Haahahahahahahh!!!” When the thing is all stuffed you choose a little red stuffed heart out of a basket to stick inside before the helper-elf sews it shut. They got a good patter down, the helper-elf tells you to rub the heart it in your hands to warm it up, blow on it and make a wish. I urge the kid to wish for World Domination, but he wasn’t going for it. Then you choose outfits and accessories, and that’s where it can really get expensive, I kept us to a $25 budget, $12 for the bear and $13 for clothes and boy did it take a while to find a combination of stuff that worked, kid’s running all over the store going if I can get these pants then I can’t get that jacket, but if I want shoes I can’t get the cell phone…argh! Finally you’re done and you register the bear, give it a name and you get a birth certificate and everything. It’s all pretty slick. Little Brother says next time we should come back and get a bear for me, but I say I might not have room in my house for a bear because I’ve got a lot of other toys. And besides, I want one with really big balls.
It’s a neat business, Build-A-Bear, there are like two dozen different kinds of empty shells to choose from – bears, dogs, turtles, dinosaurs, penguins, you name it - pick one and take it over to the stuffing machine, this huge colorful Doctor Seuss looking contraption filled with clouds of soft white fluff. The Build-A-Bear assistant takes your bear-skin and puts it over the stuffing nozzle, fans start blowing tumblers are tumbling and the bear fills out with stuffing-essence. I got the kid to shout with me “It’s alive! They called me MAD at community college but I’ll show them! ALIVE!! Haahahahahahahh!!!” When the thing is all stuffed you choose a little red stuffed heart out of a basket to stick inside before the helper-elf sews it shut. They got a good patter down, the helper-elf tells you to rub the heart it in your hands to warm it up, blow on it and make a wish. I urge the kid to wish for World Domination, but he wasn’t going for it. Then you choose outfits and accessories, and that’s where it can really get expensive, I kept us to a $25 budget, $12 for the bear and $13 for clothes and boy did it take a while to find a combination of stuff that worked, kid’s running all over the store going if I can get these pants then I can’t get that jacket, but if I want shoes I can’t get the cell phone…argh! Finally you’re done and you register the bear, give it a name and you get a birth certificate and everything. It’s all pretty slick. Little Brother says next time we should come back and get a bear for me, but I say I might not have room in my house for a bear because I’ve got a lot of other toys. And besides, I want one with really big balls.
