...Clammy Clam goes. He's yellow. And pink. And squeaks. And Parker is obsessed. He has gotten us through quite a few diaper changes and car trips. He is guaranteed to get a laugh out of Parker. I guard this clam with my life. I anxiously await his demise, as Sydney is also obsessed with this toy and tries to grab it when we aren't looking. I feel like we may need to stock up on these clams just in case one becomes a seafood dinner for Syd.
Update: I wrote this post about a week ago. Today, we lost poor clam. He's hiding out somewhere in this house with Sophie the Giraffe. Or possibly hiding in Sydney's belly. Time for an Amazon order.