You know that moment in Home Alone where Catherine O’Hara is sitting on the plane to Paris and she finally figures out what she left at home? And it’s the worst thing she could’ve possibly left at home? That’s how we feel when we forget to pack our sex toys. Like we may as well turn around and beg, borrow, and steal to get back home to our beloved babies, even if it means riding for hours in the back of a Budget truck with the Polka King of the Midwest. So, needless to say, we travel with our toys.