Past: I’d say that I don’t really know were my love of Pikachu things came from . . . but c’mon now. Just look at that face. Is Pikachu not the most adorable little cartoon character you’ve ever seen?
Anyway—I remember this keychain came from a box of Rice Krispies that Andrew bought back in 2000ish. Knowing I had a thing for Pikachu, he gave me the prize from his cereal box. Awww . . . I held onto this thing for all these years—never using it as a keychain because the keys would scratch the paint off of his adorable little face and that would make me sad. So, instead, he lived a repressed life in my desk drawer. Until I decided that it was time I part with my Pikachu toy. But just this one. Not my tamagatchi, stapler, squeeze toy, or—heaven forbid—Scott’s Pikachu toothbrush. Not yet . . .
Present: One of my coworkers has pretty much every free space on her office walls decorated with photographs, drawings, and various other mementos. One of the many drawings she has hanging up was done by her six-year-old son. It’s of Pikachu. It’s ridiculous and adorable all at once. And completely identifiable by its rosy red cheeks.
Her son is into all things Pikachu. So much so that he told his mama that he’s supporting Obama because his name sounds like a Pokemon character (like Pikachu!). I can totally get behind that logic.
So, when I came across this adorable but unused keychain in my desk drawer, I thought I’d give it to my coworker for her son. She laughed when I came into her office with it dangling from my finger—but said that she knew somebody who’d absolutely love it.
Anyway—I remember this keychain came from a box of Rice Krispies that Andrew bought back in 2000ish. Knowing I had a thing for Pikachu, he gave me the prize from his cereal box. Awww . . . I held onto this thing for all these years—never using it as a keychain because the keys would scratch the paint off of his adorable little face and that would make me sad. So, instead, he lived a repressed life in my desk drawer. Until I decided that it was time I part with my Pikachu toy. But just this one. Not my tamagatchi, stapler, squeeze toy, or—heaven forbid—Scott’s Pikachu toothbrush. Not yet . . .
Present: One of my coworkers has pretty much every free space on her office walls decorated with photographs, drawings, and various other mementos. One of the many drawings she has hanging up was done by her six-year-old son. It’s of Pikachu. It’s ridiculous and adorable all at once. And completely identifiable by its rosy red cheeks.
Her son is into all things Pikachu. So much so that he told his mama that he’s supporting Obama because his name sounds like a Pokemon character (like Pikachu!). I can totally get behind that logic.
So, when I came across this adorable but unused keychain in my desk drawer, I thought I’d give it to my coworker for her son. She laughed when I came into her office with it dangling from my finger—but said that she knew somebody who’d absolutely love it.
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