I immediately started yelling, "OMG! It's a little Willie," through the gas station. And, yes, I startled the cashier, who was now looking at me like I had sprouted a second head. Even the other customer in the station was looking at me odd. (I'm used to those looks.)
I grabbed the keychain and ran back to the counted and told the cashier, in my craziest 4am wack-a-doo voice, that I HAD to have this!!! I then explained about Willie (I'm sure she appreciated that I wasn't talking about a guys willy and had an actual thing I called Willie. Wait...that doesn't sond better.) I explained to her about Willie and the traveling and pics and Facebook and she looked instantly relieved.
And so I bought Winky. And now Willie has a kid to take care of. And Winky does sometimes travel with us. Though there are fewer pics to prove it. In the pic above, I'm pretty sure I walked in on him calling a phone-sex hot-line. He is a Wiggler, they like stuff like that.