Around 7am ish in the morning we are woken by the handle of our bedroom door turning – a little person clutching a big armful of stuffed toys enters ‘just got to get my other teddies’ he says before bounding back to his bedroom to pick up all of ones he couldn’t manage the first time round. This boy is teddy mad. There is hardly a jot of space left in his bed with all of the teddies (or ‘friends‘) he has in with him. He would have even more if we let him! The teddies all come into our bed and then they all come down stairs. They lay forgotten again for most of the day (cars always take precedent in the waking hours) but come bed there is a formal roll call before we all make our way upstairs again.
When we tuck him in we tuck all of the teddies in too, wishing them all goodnight. If you listen by the bedroom door you will hear him recount his day or sing to all his friends until he falls into a happy sleep.
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