Squished.

I was helping Squish put on her pajamas. We'd only just begun, when she looked down and saw the eyes on her shirt ...just the eyes. She stopped, stared, and wailed. I started laughing. But Squish didn't stop until the shirt was safely removed from her body. She put it back on, of course, after we'd examined the eyes to find they actually belonged to a cuddly li'l bear. 

I love my Squish.