My 2015 brain’s first instinct is to rip these two for spending a minute of divorce court on their little plush animals.

My 1999 brain however totally get’s it. Beanie Babies were our children in 1999. And like a quality episode of Mauri, we were adding to our family by the day.

Birthday? Here’s a Beanie Baby

Hallmark Holiday? Have another.

You got 3 B’s and an A? Fuck it have another.

Before you knew it your entire bedroom had been overrun with Beanie Babies and if you were fortunate enough to have siblings you could probably count on getting a clone of theirs when they did something right because god forbid you had to share.

That’s what’s unfortunate for the two people in this picture, they’re emotionally invested and now have to pick their must haves. This is the part where I cannot understand how any parent suggests they don’t have a favorite. It took me half a second to put Bongo the Monkey at number 1 in my power rankings.