When I was a kid, all I wanted for my fourth (I think?) birthday was a stuffed Mr. Snuffleupagus. It was the only thing that would make me truly happy, and I went on and on about it to anyone who would listen. One of our family friends excitedly took the unsubtle hint and bought me one, and when they presented it to me… apparently, so the legend goes, I screamed and cried and ran away. All of which I am mentioning because I wish Kerry’s reaction to Couture Snuffalupagus had been the same.