When Dayton was born, my Grandpa Joe gave him a stuffed tiger. Because “Talmage” (that’s what Grandpa Joe calls him) was so small at the time, the tiger was shelved. A few days ago he discovered it on the shelf and pointed frantically at it. I handed it to him and he snuggled it. Now they are inseparable. If there comes a time he’s without it, I Simply say “where’s Tony Tiger?” and he races to find it. And when I put him to bed he looks around for it. When we get him out of bed, he first eaches for us to get him out and then he quickly turns around and reaches for Tony Tiger so we remember to get him out too.
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