"Ok, ma'am, who is missing and for how long?"
"My son's bear."
"I'm sorry, did you say a bear? You might want to try animal control."
"Oh no, he's basically a member of our family. He goes everywhere with us and he's not large. He has light brown hair and black eyes. He has had surgery on his left leg and so his leg is a little limp. Probably scar tissue."
"And when did you notice him missing?"
"Oh yes, well that would be Saturday night when Grammie told us that Liam didn't have him to sleep with. We searched the car after our dinner out and when he didn't turn up we began to panic."
"Is it possible he went on vacation and forgot to tell you?"
"Of course! He did mention that he was a bit bored and that Aunt Emily looked like a lot of fun. Maybe he's with her!"
Ok, ok I'll stop the fake 911 call. But seriously? We braced ourselves for the worst when we turned up at Grammie's empty-handed. Thankfully, Liam was asleep and transported easily to the car without asking any questions. It was only until the next morning that he climbed into bed with us and wanted to know where his bear was. So we had to explain how after playing at the park with Aunt Emily and listening to his book on CD in her car, Bear snuck in her backseat and we accidentally took off without him.
At least we knew exactly where he was. And at least his Aunt sent him pictures of Bear sitting on her bed with her old teddy. He really liked that.
Since Liam has so many stuffed animals we told him to just pick a new friend to hang out with all week until we could get him back. None of his animals were good enough though and instead he thought Caroline's little bear from Great-Grandma Davidson would be a match. So he very politely asked Caroline if he could borrow her bear and of course like any good sister would do, who can't talk for herself, she said yes.
Could have been a disaster but maybe this whole turning 4 thing is starting to work out. I'm not complaining!
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