Jack: mumbling at top of stairs
Me: “Why are you out of bed, doodle?”
Jack: “I don’t want to sleep with Polar Bear anymore. She distracts me, and I won’t get any rest.”
Me: “OK, honey, why don’t you put her on your rocking chair?”
Jack: “OK, Mom, goodnight.”
Hysterical to think that he and stuffed animal Polar Bear were such equals in their relationship and he needed permission to oust her.