Cathy in the Wright

Here We Go Again

I suppose it was only a matter of time before it was The Governor's turn.

When The Senator was younger, he had a stuffed animal, a beaver, named Josh. Josh had to be consulted in all matters and treated like one of the family. I had to pour a cup of milk for Josh at breakfast time and put out some toothpicks for him to gnaw. Josh went to the park with us. Josh went grocery shopping. Josh sat next to The Senator at dinner. And heaven help me if I forgot to say "good night" to Josh or give him a kiss when I tucked him into bed.

Josh is still hanging around in The Senator's bedroom, but he's gradually been reclaimed by the inanimate world.

Tonight The Governor yells from bed for me to come in and get his friend. "Mom, you forgot to tuck Beary in with me." Beary? Who's Beary? He's pointing to a large stuffed bear in the corner of his room. A bear I've never seen him play with or even acknowledge before. Well, okay. I tuck Beary in next to The Gov. "Mom, you forgot to give Beary a kiss."

Oh Christ. I can see where this is headed. I gave the bear a kiss, reached over and caressed The Gov's cheek and told him to go to sleep. "Mom, you forgot to give Beary a tickle." How does Beary feel about a good night throttle? I pet the bear and tell them they both better get to sleep or no honey and berries for breakfast. Oooh. Threat understood.

Ten minutes later, I hear him hollering. The VP beat me downstairs. By the time I got there, they were in the bathroom helping Beary brush his teeth. Another night like this, and I forsee Beary taking an extended winter hibernation.

And it better not have been my toothbrush.

Posted by Cathy at December 5, 2005 08:54 PM