The following took place on the couch at 3:30 in the morning when Owen had a bad dream and came to get me. He’s a middle of the night thinker- just like me. Poor kid.
“ I don’t care if my my friends think I should get rid of Bobby. I still want to keep it.”
“Buddy, I don’t mind if you keep Bobby for your whole life, if you want to.”
“I’m going to take it on my mission. I’ll just keep it in my backpack.”
3 comments:
Who (or what) is Bobby?
Awww..poor little guy..too cute!
Oh, Linda...everyone knows that a Bobby is a blankey. Duh!!
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