Missing in Action
To us it's a stuffed toy. To her it's her whole world.
We Can’t find Don.
For those not familiar with who Don is: Don is her favorite stuffed animal and that she has to have in her bed with her every night or else she turns bright red and screams.
Last night, we could not find Don.
Cue the screaming.
We looked and looked and can’t find Don anywhere which is weird. Usually he gets moved or left around the house and either BW or I find him and put him somewhere up high and away from the dog.
I can’t tell you how many times we have both texted each other with “have you seen Don?”
Don is lost. This is not good as it’s night two she’s actually wanted him. BW hopes that she will outgrow Don and she probably will eventually - but not tonight. Tonight, we need Don.
We have no idea where Don could be. This is actually the fourth Don - or Don, the fourth if you prefer more formal name.
Thankfully she’s okay with replacing Don. She would prefer I go to Target right her and right now and go and buy a new Don.
But that’s not happening. So, I turn to my experiences and come up with a desperate alternative:
It’s one of my old (clean) socks stuffed with her (clean) socks and underpants.
Say Hello to “Socky Underpants”. (Patent Pending)
Hey, it works and she loves it.
So ya. She went to bed with one of my socks stuffed with her underpants and she couldn’t be happier for the rest of the night.
All I know is that Don better show up soon before I run out of socks and ideas.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.