Wookies and cookies

We are headed to visit our son and his girlfriend in Germany, and asked if he wanted us to bring anything over.

"Chewie" he said.

As this is colloquial for chewing gum, I thought he meant his favourite brand of that.. but no, he meant  his 21st birthday present which was in fact a Chewbacca costume... A wookie. He wants to have it with him, and who can blame him?

He then happened to see photos we posted on Facebook in which we posed with a store mannequin. He asked if it was ours - no. 
He wanted one is all.
To put the wookie suit on.
And have it on display.
All the time.
Of course.

That jolly mannequin has been the bane of our lives over the last month. I borrowed her so I could dress her up with some vintage clothes I have to sell. Easy, right?
Wrong.
We had to keep taking her arms off to fit clothes on her, twist her body around, and even though she's not real, you need to get rather intimate with her curves and bumps to change her. All rather awkward really.

But the two kids at home - technically both adults - have taken to this life sized Barbie doll with an alarming enthusiasm.
She has been in the shower.. (The reward of hearing my daughter's scream when she opened the bathroom door was apparently worth the effort)
In my son's bed.
In the pantry. (Small pantry, she was pointing out what she wanted for tea)
In the loo.
Naked.
Dressed.
Half dressed.
Dressed in a wookie head.
Placed immediately outside my son's bedroom door.
Placed behind a curtain in my daughter's room so she was in silhouette.
...
I could go on.


So when my overseas son questioned the ownership of the mannequin I was pleased to be able to say it wasn't ours, so he couldn't have it.
I can just imagine airport security scanning our suitcases.
In one, we have what looks like the skin and fur of a wild animal.

In the next, would be apparent body parts.
Somehow I don't think customs would see just how funny this situation could really be.

I see our passports being flagged and us undergoing scrutiny.

I see that this could in fact be a whole new adventure in and of itself. 

One I'm prepared to skip so we can arrive safely in the land of streusel and schnitzel and lederhosen. 

Oh. 
Hang on.
Lederhosen.
Might need that mannequin back....