We had just said goodnight last night to the Big Ones, and immediately, down came the Eldest, tears pouring from his eyes, because he could not find "Polie." (Polie is a stuffed polar bear that was mine when I was a little girl. I gave it to him years ago when he was scared one time when Daddy was out of town). Anyway, he sleeps with Polie every night, but little did I know how important Polie was to my sweet 6-year-old. We quickly located Polie, and all was well. As we said goodnight the second time, I was wearing a huge smile in my heart. :)
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