How is that one small toy can bring an entire house crumbling down when it comes time to entering into sweet slumbering bliss?
Last night, my dear son could not find his sleep bear. My husband (bless his heart) looked in all the familiar hiding spots our son has and even claimed he looked in others. I looked for the precious bear myself and could not find it. I even checked his laundry basket as he claimed the bear needed a bath.
My dear son, settled on sleeping with another stuffed animal and I went to bed myself, poised to find the bear in the morning during one of little misses naps.
I woke with the little lady and moved a pile of dirty clothes off the couch, a football and a blanket and low and behold there was the blue bear. Apparently my husband did not look all over the couch as he stated.
The bear has not left my son's side since he woke to see him on the couch.
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