So. Olive has this toy:
While his technical name is Mini Mr. X, we call him Blabla. Sometimes Monsieur Blabla (which Kyle accompanies with a French-inspired accent, having decided that his chapeau and striped shirt make him French.)
He isn't a toy that we take everywhere, but Olive grins big he is along for the ride.
We received Mr. Blabla from my Dad for Olive's birthday this summer. He said the lady at the store assured him that, "It was the next big thing."
Next big thing or not. We think he's cute.
I don't really think much about Mr. Blabla, no more than any of the other toys around our home. But I have recently been on a hunt for a baby doll for Olive. By way of disclaimer, I am very picky about this crazy doll. Very likely too picky. But. Well. I am picky.
After much searching, I employed some google-foo and realized that the company that makes Mr. Blabla, er, Blabla, also makes dolls. (In fact, one such doll may just be under the tree for Olive come Christmas morning. We shall see.)
In my search, I also came across the link to a commercial from last year's (maybe technically, this year's?) super bowl.
One member of the carousing group of toys is a Giant Mr. X. (He has to ride in the back of the car.)
Does that mean that we really do have the next big thing? That we are cooler than we think?
Somehow, I doubt it.