We’ve been nearly out of Barneys for a very long time. There’s still what amounts to a Barney rag. It’s Barney’s flayed backside. And when I say, “Where’s Barney? Where’s Barney?” Murphy will run and get it. And she still wants to play tug of war with it. It’s a little tricky, yes. There’s barely any for me to grab hold of.

I’ve never actually seen an entire episode of Barney. But I can imagine the way it goes. So far, no, no representative of Barney has attempted to sue. I should hate very much to remove all my Barney pictures. Well, until I’m told to stop, there will always be Barney. I have said, to the credit of the company, that the reason I get Barney, or rather, the reason Murphy gets Barney, is because the Barney toys last the longest.

I hereby submit baseball Barney. I tortured Murphy quite a lot while I was setting up this shot. She kept trying to sneak up and steal my prop. I’ve let her have it now. And she, in turn, has let Barney have it. In the time it took me to write these few sentences, Murph has thoroughly lobotomized the poor hapless Barney. There’s a trail of soft, fluffy stuff what used to serve as his brain.

Meanwhile, Focus on Family continues to try to out Sponge Bob Square Pants.

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