They're sweet, soft, plump, and perfect and have holes. They're there when you need them, provide comfort in dark times, can be the death of you some days, yet you can't live without them. And one is never NEVER enough if you've found the right one.

Explain to me how they don't count?

(And yes, I realize I'm going to hell for this statement)

Indeeed, seconded: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!