At one point, a few years ago, i saw this perfectly horrible stuffie - but she seemed to be saying, take me to t. Omg, i just now realized the significance of her coloring! Anyway, i could feel myself as a preverbal child wanting to give this doll to t to take home. I didnt really care what he did with it, altho he told me a great story, and gave me a picture, but i knew my mother never accepted a toy from me. She never played with me, it just wasnt done. So it was a big acknowledgement for t to take it. I think it stopped my cat-like habit of bringing him little weird things all the time. He didnt understand what was going on at first, so maybe its not an everyday thing in t to be in touch with, but darn i think it should be. Maybe other kids arent as neglected.