Many years ago (I won't say just how many), my Uncle Scott bought me a Woody Woodpecker plush. My mom told me years later that she thought it was odd because it's not cuddly. I mean, it's got a hard plastic beak protruding from his face. Clearly, I loved it in spite (because?) of those plastic hands, feet, and face. Now as a mama, I get it. I've found myself wondering the same thing. That thing is NOT snuggly. Why does my daughter love to sleep with it? And yet... 30+ years later, he's still around, still being snuggled, chewed on, and loved!