In the daycare at the gym where my sis works there lies a large plush chair in the shape of a frog. Somehow I have volunteered myself to fix the frog whenever it gets ripped open (which happens to be quite frequently). I try to imagine how it could possibly get so thrashed, and my only conclusion is that the little ones vent all their frustrations about not getting pokemon paraphernalia for Christmas by tag team karate kicks to its head.