What proves the test of time? Love. My father gave me this bear on my second birthday. It is the first memory I have. He played "Happy Birthday" for many years, until I was about 14 or 15 years old. I don't quite remember when his battery ran out, but musical tummy or not, he is by far the best stuffed animal in the world. He reminds me what's most important when I have trouble remembering. He has many battle scars, but he is now 22 years old, and counting. His eyes are scratched, his fur is mashed and spotted, but he's mine. No matter how old I get, or how big I've grown, he always fits perfectly in my arms... the same way he did when I first held him. Thank you dad.