I’ve never been a “stuff” girl. But having a baby demands that you have stuff. Play stuff all over the floor in the living room. Stuff in your purse. Stuff in your car. Stuff in the stroller. Stuff on the kitchen counters. Stuff in the refrigerator. Stuff in the closets. Stuff on top of stuff on top of stuff. I don’t like all this stuff. Jason’s in stuff heaven.