Hug Twice

Last night, CJ and I went through his entire stuffed animal bin in search of, as he termed it, Number 4. He is a huge huge fan of counting, and I think he was much more upset by the fact that he now had 3 animals in his bed and not 4 than he was about the elephant being absent. I did offer several times to rescue the elephant from downstairs, but, no.

He soundly rejected each option from the bin, and finally, gave up and went to bed with three animals. “We don’t have a four” he repeated sadly a few times. And went to sleep.

So this morning when he came downstairs, I made a big deal about Elephant being “All clean!” and gave it back to CJ. He studied it very closely, especially the areas he knew his sister had chewed. He found no sign of “dirty”, whatever that was, so he agreed Elephant was “All clean!” and he returned “Number 4″ to his bed.

And all is restored in the universe. At least, for today.

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