It's not this colorful or this big (dang it!) and luckily it doesn't come with all these teenagers, although I wouldn't mind having the blond girl in the middle with the huge smile around. She seems cheerful enough.
My cubby is a small section of the kitchen cabinet that my husband calls with a slight irritated tone in his voice "your cubby"
- "it's in your cubby where it has always been"
- "you can keep it but only if it fits in your cubby"
- "I can't believe you've been hiding that in your cubby and not sharing it with me"