Big Brother would much prefer to sleep with a Transformer over a teddy bear (although he does have a rhino named Mr. Donkey.)
And Little Brother would scream if you gave him a lion instead of a Ziploc bag full of pennies and a bouncy ball (although he has an otter named Skunk Otter.)
The boys have a few lonely stuffed animals, most of which I named.
Not Bab-E Brother.
Little Brother recently gave him a small bear, that has since been named (by me) Gar-E Bear, although Bab-E Brother calls him "Bee".
He’s almost as attached to that bear as he is his shoes.
Well, actually more attached.
You can’t take a nap WITHOUT him. And the first thing he does when you wake him up is to proudly show him to you.
And unfortunately you can't take a bath WITH him. When you put him in the tub, he screams, continuously, "Bee! Bee! Bee!" Until the sweet release of rinsing and drying off.
When you hand the bear back to Bab-E Brother, he exclaims, "Ah! My Bee!", while cuddling and snuggling.
It's too cute.
The problem is that "Bee" really needs a bath.
You see, after rubbing him all over the bathroom floor, and then smothering "Bee" with his own concoction of snot and drool, Bab-E Brother wants to have Mom-E and I give "Bee" kisses.
Pardon me while I go gargle with Listerine and dump some hydrogen peroxide on my lips.
See you on Fatherhood Friday,