And that's why I talk to my daughter's stuffed animals
My daughter has to take a whole slew of stuffed animals with her to bed each night. They are these big-eyed, perfect-for-toddler-hands-sized little guys from TY...one black and white cat ("Kitty Cat"), one blue cat ("Byoo"), one little lamb with ginormous green eyes ("Lamby"), and one ultra-special pink giraffe that was an "I'm a big sister" gift from her Mima and Papa ("Jaffy"). [Side note: I keep telling my husband that we have to have back-up animals, especially for Jaffy. If she loses one of these guys, Lord have mercy on us.] She does inventory each night after story time and grins from ear to ear as she tries to walk up the stairs herself with her hands full of her little friends. Tonight, for whatever reason, one was rejected. She scooped up the four fuzzy fluffballs and started to head up the stairs, when all of sudden, she turned her gaze towards Lamby. "No," she sternly said, "Don't want Lamby,