Every vacation has a souvenir. Some people buy a magnet. Some people buy a Christmas ornament. I somehow acquired custody of a stuffed sloth I repeatedly stated (both verbally and with increasingly dramatic hand gestures) that I did not want. This is Floofy’s origin story. It all started in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. You know those boardwalk games where you’re expected to spend $15 proving you possess a skill that has absolutely no practical application? My husband spotted one of those “shoot water into the clown’s mouth” races and immediately announced that he was playing. Now, here’s the problem: he never