Inflatable Husband

I need a blow up hubby. A backup. Just in case. Don’t take this the wrong way, Veggie, I’m not being morbid. Just practical. Because I’ve realized I’m seriously inept without you. I spent 10 days being a single parent and I’m really really bad at it! But it’s not just that I can’t do it alone. I truly don’t believe anyone else could do what Veggie does - whether it’s soothing Punkin back to sleep at 3am when I’m ready to drop kick them both out of my bed, or insisting on hugging me every day, no matter what, and always remembering. Ok maybe a clone would be better. A blow up doll would be crushed under the weight of Punkin’s 24 lbs. Although he might make a good punching bag when Punkin reaches his hitting and kicking phase...