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The only thing Boo is upset with at school?
That Bear Bear can't go.
Yes, his ratty, patched up Pooh bear has to stay home, and he just can't understand it.
The first day of school, as we raced to pick him up, my hands itching to get at my middle baby, all he saw was the Pooh Bear we brought.
That he missed.
That he kissed and hugged.
Me? Not so much.
Every morning, we have to frisk him to make sure no Bear Bear sneaks out the door and into school.
Every afternoon, he greets Bear bear like its been years.
He says Bear Bear needs to go to school.
He says Bear Bear would like to learn.
He says Bear Bear takes good naps.
I'm jealous of a bear.
Because my baby doesn't care if I'm at his school, just that his Bear Bear is.
Should have let the damned thing cook in the toaster oven.