This episode of 30 Rock reminds me that when I was 8 I had a Raggedy Andy doll that my mother made for me.

He was just Andy to me. Sometimes Andrew when I was feeling formal.

And I would spend hours kissing him. Like a lot. So much so that his mouth faded away. It was just his soft eyes looking back. His flowy red hair caressing my cheek. Those fancy blue pants. Those sweet mitten hands. Oh dear. I’ve said too much.