So one night I was putting Georgia to bed when suddenly, Eeyore flew at me from across the room, smacked into my knee and dropped to the floor. Was it a poltergeist? Is our house haunted? Nah, it was just Olive. Although she did look rather ghostly sitting in a dark corner with her yellow eyes.
It’s worth noting that the Eeyore doll she chucked at me is actually a little bit bigger than her, so it was a pretty impressive feat of strength on her part. She must have gotten really tired of his poor attitude.