What if your old kid toys were real, and every night you went to bed, they'd get in you bed and stare at you awkwardly?

Would you make friends with them?

Would you burn them in a bonfire?

Arnt they already my friends? They know me! I told them everything and set up little houses for my old toys so they should already know me. I would never burn them, I would feel really bad about it afterwards.

My stuffed dinosaur is real and stares at me...well odd but yay

I still have an Army toy from 6th grade that my uncle bought me. I named him Army Joe and I talk to him telepathically about everyday things.