"They" say you can't choose who you love and I quite happen to think "they" (whomever they may be) are right.
You see, up to this point, my son has never been one to have a "lovey." There's a black dog we call Bucky which stands out among his other stuffed animals, but it's nothing that we ever had to fret over if we couldn't find it.
Until now.
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| The Boy and his Towel |
He has developed a funny affinity for towels. Not just any towel either, one of my new-ish sage green bath towels. It is spread out in his bed underneath him at night. It goes with him when I get him up in the morning. It follows us around the house throughout the day - we can't get away! It's the most hilarious to catch him rubbing the towel over his cheeks and lips, then he sees us and gets embarrassed. :)
So there you have it. You can't choose who you love. Love just finds you.
1 comment:
That is so sweet! Towels are great, especially because they usually make me think of clean!
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