We counted

Darcy has 157 stuffies.

One.

Hundred.

and.

Fifty.

Seven.

ugh.

We counted them a couple weekends ago. 

The good news is she's told me that I can't buy her any more. 

"It just wouldn't be fair because I need to make sure they all feel loved the same."

That's the statement that led us to counting all 157 of them and then coming up with a plan that would allow her to sleep with three each night on a rotation for 51 nights and then the last night she can sleep with four. 

This is serious stuff for our Darcy.  She's concerned about losing her imagination when she grows older and not loving them anymore.  What would happen to them then??  She wasn't too happy about the idea of them being adopted by another child.  She's also expressed concern about what will happen to her stuffies when she dies (I know!!)  After a very long and very emotional conversation it was decided that she'd like to be buried with all of them...

What are you supposed to say to that?