Just so that last post doesn’t stick with you for too long, I thought I’d tell you that for the last ten minutes, Spaznado boy has been bringing his teddy bears to me from the living room, one at a time. “This one has a sore leg, bear doctor–fix him. Wait, doctor–you forgot her! You forgot this one!”
The Bear Doctor then kisses the bear and gives the bear back–all is well with the bear, all is well with the world.
When things can be fixed with a kiss, all IS right with the world. 🙂
Did any of the teddy bears have lollipop disease?
Your last post broke my heart. To have your sense of safety (no matter how fragile) shattered like that is so hard to deal with. I was feeling your terror and fear and it doesn’t feel good. Thank goodness for spazznado boy and the sick bears. Those are the things that save our world.
Does the bear doctor have to kiss the wounded part of the bear or just any old where? I mean, do bears get hemrhoids? Give it a kiss on the nose. That fixes everything. Try it on the kids and see if it doesn’t.