The other day I was going through some stuff in the basement and found my old Figment doll (a miniature version of “this”:http://www.mouseextra.com/wp-content/uploads/figment_1_07.jpg ) and decided to give it to Marie. I explained that it was mine when I was little, but now I thought that she would enjoy it. (The Figment ride was one of the last ones we went on during our October trip to Disneyworld.)
Just as I suspected, she loved it. She carried it around with her for days.
Last night, as she was getting ready for bed, she told me how much she loved Figment and she was so thankful for me giving it to her. Then she hopped out of bed, went to her tub of stuffed animals, said “I need to find something I _really_ love…” under her breath, and came back to the bed holding her Marie kitty.
“Here daddy, you gave me something you really loved, and so I wanted to give you something I really love. You can sleep with my Marie kitty.”
She is adamant that I take it to bed with me each night. And that I bring it to work with me so I don’t get lonely.