Connor has been very attached to this bear lately. He calls him "Mr. Bear". When we went to Olivia's choir concert Thursday night, he remembered a minute after we left that he had forgotten him. He cried, and cried. "I wanted Mr. Bear to hear the concert!" It was so sad, but we were cutting it close and didn't have time to turn around.
This afternoon, Connor insisted that Mr. Bear was sick and needed a nap on the table while he was working. He asked me to get the thermometer and take his temperature. Being the awesome and indulgent mother that I am, I acquiesced.
Poor Mr. Bear...
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