None of our boys have ever become attached to a particular security blanket. Buster once had a short phase when he wanted to take a Star Wars Lego Stormtrooper in the car with him wherever we went, but he kept losing his Star Wars guy in the back seat, so he decided Lego people were too slippery to make constant companions. And those volatile little dudes were always losing their heads.
Big Man had a stuffed dog he liked for a while. But he also exhibits the family trait of being inattentive. He could rarely remember where he left his puppy and no matter how much he called for it, the disloyal mutt would never come. He was often so aggrieved by his fair-weather dog that he would refuse its companionship at bedtime. “No puppy. No puppy,” he declared as he waved it off.
I’m not saying Big Man doesn’t like to sleep with a favorite object. It’s just that the object changes from night to night. Last week he insisted on taking two plum-sized rocks to bed with him. Why would a boy want to sleep with rocks? He’s fascinated with pebbles and coins and buttons, and whatever little trinkets are fun to put into pockets, and maybe these rocks were awesome mega-pebbles. Or maybe it’s because rocks will never turn their backs on you like moody plush puppies do.
Before that, I think he snuggled up with an empty spray bottle. Somehow the spray top went missing and he lost his fascination with it. Meanwhile, we never got to use it and the shower mildew thrives.
Yes, he sometimes wants to take a toy to bed with him, but he’d prefer a calculator or whatever other office supplies he can get his hands on.
Sadly, there are some things he’s not allowed to cuddle in bed, as much as he’d like to. It can be difficult for a two-year-old to understand the problem with taking a power cord, or a box of thumb tacks, or a loaded stapler to bed. He’s sure he can handle them, and gets angry at whoever makes him give up his new pet, which, as far as he knows, is OSHA. It’s always handy to have a government regulatory agency to deflect your child’s anger.
I guess it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a single bedtime favorite. I’ve heard stories of parents traveling long distances to retrieve an inconsolable child’s security object. We don’t have to hurry home for anything as long as there’s an Office Depot within reach.
I suppose there will come the day when he’s heading off for college and I’ll wish I had some childhood favorite to present to him as a bond to home. I’m sure he won’t even remember his puppy, and I think the damned thing ran away anyhow. But, he’ll probably need paper clips for school and we’ll likely both have a good, nostalgic cry when I hand him those.
This amuses me to no end. I think it is time to get him a mini-office and set it up next to his bed.
(He could use his rock friends as paperweights.)
I always wished someone in our household could have a home office.
Scott, this made me laugh. He’s going to be a tough one to take for school supplies!
He’ll have a cache of school supplies squirreled away before he ever needs them.
I know. And I have to live among all this cuteness.
Such a tough life…
. . . but somebody’s got to do it.
I’m guessing that somebody must be you.
Getting prepped for bureaucracy…
I’d better get him some rubber stamps.
Paper clips and, of course, a college degree in office supplies. 😀
Which couldn’t be less useful than my degree.
Many of us feel the same way these days. 😀
You earned a BS B.S. too?
Oh I excelled… or so my professors claimed. 😀
Hold on to those memories.
I’m trying to but the Paulziemers is creeping up on me. 😀
He’s practicing how to be versatile, Scott. Brilliant actually. That little guy of yours is so endearing! ❤
Endearing is just the problem with these kids. They get their hooks in you and then you can’t get rid of them.
LOL Same goes for me, Scott, only my hooks are cats. Tee hee …. OH I’m hooked!!! 😉
What can you do?
Go with it. LOL
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