This sign should be posted everywhere there are kids playing sports with a parental audience.
Older son is 37. He's a sentimental sort. He still has Teddy, which we gave him when he was born. Teddy sits on a bookshelf in his "man room", a basement bathroom that he claims as his own. The guy has four daughters - can you blame him?
He probably got that from me. I still have Bessie, my very crunchy stuffed dog that I've had since birth. She suffered through all my childhood diseases & tears, went to summer camp, college, and all over the country with me. She lives on a shelf in our bedroom now. Guess I can be a sentimental sort also.
Funny thing about Teddy - son took him to college just like I did with Bessie. He spent 4 of his 5 years at UNI as an RA. After graduation he spent 10 more as asst hall director and hall director, all while living with his family in apartments within dorms at 3 different universities (he got his masters at the first stop, then more experience at the other two). Teddy was on display in all of them, and helped many a homesick freshman realize that a piece of home really DOES help, even if it's as "silly" as a teddy bear. It's no more silly than the bridle one of my roommates brought with her to keep from missing her horse too much.
The other three all have a blankie and stuffed kitties they are attached to.
He probably got that from me. I still have Bessie, my very crunchy stuffed dog that I've had since birth. She suffered through all my childhood diseases & tears, went to summer camp, college, and all over the country with me. She lives on a shelf in our bedroom now. Guess I can be a sentimental sort also.
Oh, Bessie went through the washer more than once. She's pretty threadbare and had several facelifts performed by my mother, who also performed a "squeakerectomy" on her. Bessie originally had this big box in her chest that squeaked when you hugged her. That finally died, and Mama removed it and stitched up Bessie's chest so that now she looks like she has a surgical scar. After all these years, her stuffing is so crunchy that she will actually emit dust if you hug her. Then again, so do I.
Had to look him up! Dunno about that, but I CAN tell you I had the best dressed Barbies in town. She made all kinds of amazing clothes for them with fabric scraps.
We also had this old nubby brownish-red couch with an overstuffed seat cushion. We called it the courting couch...if a girl was sitting near the edge of the cushion and a boy sat down hard on the other edge of it, the girl would land in his lap.
It finally got so threadbare that they decided to take it to the dump. Mama cut off all the usable fabric first, and made each of us girls a stuffed dachshund as a memory of the couch and Scamper, our red standard dachshund that we had for 16 years. Still have that stuffed dachshund, too.
