Words I Hope Never to Hear Again
To understand the full impact of this post you have to know the names of my daughter's trio of stuffed Koala bears.
OK, maybe she had some help naming them. But, in my defense, she was too young to speak.
In her pantheon, they are brothers. Willie is the oldest, and most favorite. He goes everywhere with her. From morning breakfast to his own pillow next to her at bed time.
He also rides in the car with her. And that's where he was left, when I had to quickly drop off my daughter and wife, before taking a short trip out of town.
I discovered him when I reached my destination. Of course, my daughter wasn't happy. I sent her the cameraphone photo above to explain Willie was practicing his keyboard in preparation for his world tour.
It didn't fly. She wondered which toutou (French for stuffed animal) she'd have beside her head at bedtime. I suggested Willie's brother Louie, who'd never had the chance to sleep in the big bed. She grudgingly accepted.
When I returned home, I made sure I brought Willie in before my luggage. I know the priorities in our home.
My daughter's eyes lit when she saw me. She ran laughing and grabbed Willie.
Like I said, I know the priorities in our home.
She grabbed Willie, danced around, and stopped dead with a serious look on her face.
"Willie, I slept with your brother."
