My daughter is obsessed with
Beanie Boo's. She has a total of 18 of them. I've told her that she can probably get her own reality TV show now. We'll call it "18 Beanie Boo's and Counting." She knows them all by name and dedicates each day to only one. She takes it to school in her backpack, eats with it, plays with it and even falls asleep with it. When a new one arrives in our home, she takes it up to her room and introduces it to all its "brothers and sisters." She's a very good Beanie mommy! Recently, upon her daily inspection of her Beanie Boo's, she counted only 17. She immediately knew which one was missing. The newest addition to her quickly expanding family,
Cashmere, was nowhere to be found. So she enlisted my help. We both searched for days. She cried herself to sleep at night. I'd exhausted my search. I didn't know where else to look. So... I gave up. She came to me with tear-stained eyes and said: "You're just going to give up?" "I'm sorry, honey. I looked everywhere. I don't know where else to search. Besides, you have 17 others." "MOM! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT TO ME! IF ONE OF US KIDS WENT MISSING, COULD YOU SAY: 'IT'S OK, I HAVE TWO OTHERS'?" "No. Absolutely not!" "Well... it's the same thing, Mom." How could I argue with that logic? And so, the search continues. Please let me know if you come across Cashmere. She's a white cat with pink ears and big eyes. Her young mommy is leaving a spot beside all 17 of Cashmere's brothers and sisters in anticipation of her safe return.
My daughter is obsessed with
Beanie Boo's. She has a total of 18 of them. I've told her that she can probably get her own reality TV show now. We'll call it "18 Beanie Boo's and Counting." She knows them all by name and dedicates each day to only one. She takes it to school in her backpack, eats with it, plays with it and even falls asleep with it. When a new one arrives in our home, she takes it up to her room and introduces it to all its "brothers and sisters." She's a very good Beanie mommy! Recently, upon her daily inspection of her Beanie Boo's, she counted only 17. She immediately knew which one was missing. The newest addition to her quickly expanding family,
Cashmere, was nowhere to be found. So she enlisted my help. We both searched for days. She cried herself to sleep at night. I'd exhausted my search. I didn't know where else to look. So... I gave up. She came to me with tear-stained eyes and said: "You're just going to give up?" "I'm sorry, honey. I looked everywhere. I don't know where else to search. Besides, you have 17 others." "MOM! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT TO ME! IF ONE OF US KIDS WENT MISSING, COULD YOU SAY: 'IT'S OK, I HAVE TWO OTHERS'?" "No. Absolutely not!" "Well... it's the same thing, Mom." How could I argue with that logic? And so, the search continues. Please let me know if you come across Cashmere. She's a white cat with pink ears and big eyes. Her young mommy is leaving a spot beside all 17 of Cashmere's brothers and sisters in anticipation of her safe return.
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