Since he was born, Benny has been sleeping with a little teddy bear.
A couple of weeks ago he had told me he didn’t need his “medo” anymore because “he’s not a little baby”. Out of habit, I kept putting it back in his bed each night anyway.
This morning Benny officially brought it to my room, put it in my bed and said: “I REALLY don’t need it anymore, mama.”
Goodbye, medo. You’ll always be loved while stored safely somewhere in a box.
At least Molly still sleeps with her reindeer. I don’t think I could cope with both kids growing up so suddenly.