I have a bunch of stuff animals left over from when I was a toddler. Even when I go off to college, I'll have my parents keep a select few (those ones that I've had since childhood or were given to me by loved ones before they died).
Specifically, I have a stuffed rabbit I got when I was three months old for my first Easter. This toy litterally had limbs torn off, BB's shot into it, stuffing torn out, and was thrown into fans to richocet into glass ware. I call her 'mom rabbit' because those were apparently the few words I could pronounce at first, so the name stuck.
I'm super, duper, mantastically manly. That's just how much of a man I am.