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Conversation with my son.
Colin, clinging to Michael: Want Mommy carry boy.
Michael: hands Colin off to me.
Colin, clinging to me, head on my shoulder: Want Daddy.
Me: Do you want Mommy or Daddy?
Colin: Want BUNNY.
Once he had Bunny in his arms he was perfectly content. Mommy, Daddy, whatever.
(He starts out in a crib, but at some point in the early morning hours he winds up in our bed. So does Bunny.)
Michael: hands Colin off to me.
Colin, clinging to me, head on my shoulder: Want Daddy.
Me: Do you want Mommy or Daddy?
Colin: Want BUNNY.
Once he had Bunny in his arms he was perfectly content. Mommy, Daddy, whatever.
(He starts out in a crib, but at some point in the early morning hours he winds up in our bed. So does Bunny.)