Originally Posted by Olivia's Grammy
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.
That reminds me of the baby doll I had. Got her for my 6th birthday. She used to sleep in my bed and would end up on the floor by morning. This resulted in two of her fingers being broken off. My dad mixed plaster of paris and wrapped qauze around her hand making her a cast! I kept her until I was in my mid 20's. Somewhere along the way she got lost or given away. I miss her. She did go to boarding school (high school) with me!