I (Bonnie) have a confession to make. I know it's utterly shocking, but I still sleep with a teddy-bear. And no- he didn't disappear when we got married, and yes - he's traveled with me across the world and been to basically every sleepover I've ever been at for the last 23 years. His name is Patches because he came with, you guessed it, patches (yep I've always been super creative and imaginative- even when I was five). Well since having Samantha, Andrew and I have both woken up multiple times on top of Patches in the bed utterly scared that he was Samantha, and we had, in fact, crushed her in our sleep. Note this is not even plausible because she is sleeping in her crib, but we are sleep deprived and a little delusional in the middle of the night. So we decided we had to see if they actually were the same size or if we were going crazy. So we had Samantha meet Patches.
Clearly she was not really thrilled with him. Maybe because she knows her mommy will not be handing him over anytime soon. (But as you can see we were not, in fact, so crazy- the size is pretty similar).
But then we got this gem of a picture. Clearly she knows she needs to respect this long time member of the family.
"Patches, I salute you!"