(Anyone remember that book? I do, because it spoke to my childhood fantasy of being a stowaway.)
We had a real library stowaway this week when we left Baby Doll (her proper name, thank you) at the library just before closing. We called and asked that she be fed and cared for (translation: not left out for some kid to steal), and I wondered how our usually emotionally flexible Bean would handle her favorite lovey's absence. She handled it with understanding but some mourning.
"I'm going to miss Baby Doll. I'm going to miss her."
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