We have conversations daily about what CareBear is going to be when she grows up. It changes hour to hour… a bike rider, a doctor, a princess, a ballet-er, a baseball-er. It’s a fun game.

And then I ask what LiliBee should be when she grows up, to which CareBear inevitably answers “a porcupine!”

Poor LiliBee. I’m sure she’ll be much happier when she can speak for herself!