That was the sweetest story. A man with a mind of his own. My DD had a pink, blue and white afagan that she lost when she was five. She carried that thing everywhere. Wash day was hard as I had to hide it til it got dry.
My DS had a teddy named George. As he grew George would retire to the cedar chest. A few days later George would sneak out. This went on for quite awhile. Now George sits on a shelf in Olivia's room. So far Olivia hasn't gotten attached to just one thing except Mommy.