Tonight Little Sissy was throwing some bath toys back into the bathtub. Since she is always holding Lamby, he accidentally got thrown in too. We told her he was going to have to get a bath in the washing machine and get dry since he was all wet. At first she said OK, but then a few minutes later she started asking for him. We explained again that he was all wet, and she went over and gave him a kiss and put him back. At bedtime we told her again, and told her to pick another friend to sleep with. She picked Dora and Boots--the bath toys that had gotten thrown in with Lamby. I guess they reminded her of Lamby. I said no because they're hard--not cuddly--and asked her to pick a soft sleeping friend. She thought and thought and then..."Ummm...how 'bout Lamby."
No, how about your new monkey?
How 'bout Lamby.
How about your bear from Miss Marlene and Jessica?
How 'bout Lamby.
After many tears and throwing of monkeys out of the bed, we finally threw wet, nasty Lamby to her in her bed. "Thank you," she said, relieved, and drifted off to sleep. Flawed Lamby is better than no Lamby. I wanted to love and be loved like that.
3 comments:
There's no separating those two, is there?
That's really sweet... and gross all at the same time! :)
Greetings from the Garden State! So I navigated to your blog from Cale's page and he said he already told you that you've got a loyal reader in NJ. Anyway, I saw something the other day, and oddly enough, your daughter's lamb is the first thing that came to mind. Just be happy that she loves a soft, cuddly animal and not a gravel-filled, woolly blob modeled after the Higgs Boson particle.
Higgs Boson
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