Wee Man just has started wanting to bring things to bed. It started with his Iggle Piggle teddy. Fine - it's soft and small. A few nights later it was a plastic Percy train "toma" ("Thomas", no matter how many times I try to explain that not all trains are called Thomas). Not so fine - it's small but solid and hurts when you get hit in the face with it.
The next night it was an almost empty sippy cup. Better than toma because it isn't as heavy so hurts less when you get hit in the face, but that tiny bit of water in the bottom can actually make quite a mess. Tonight it was a large dog soft toy. It's nearly as big as him but soft soft soft - I'm happy.
My only complaint is how come he managed to hit me in the face at least once with the hard things, but tonight when I wouldn't have minded, there was no mindless beating up of Mummy. It's a conspiracy!
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