The Kidling’s very favorite buddy is her dalmatian, Dalmatian. I never said naming was Alice’s creative strong suit. Dalmatian was misplaced at a Christmas celebration, likely tossed with the piles of gift wrap and packaging. Alice was understandably sad, but handled the loss of Dalmatian like a trooper. We searched Our Town far and wide for a replacement, but none was forthcoming. Boo.
One day in February, when The Mama was sick, we made a family trip to the pharmacy. Our life is eversoexciting, no? While The Mama tried to make sense of the myriad remedies available for what ailed me, The Dada and The Kidling visited the toy aisle. Lo and behold, what should they spot there? Yep. A dalmatian. We snatched him up (I resisted the urge to buy all of them in case of another loss) and were on our merry way. The dalmatian became Dalmatian and The Kidling was made whole again.
Fast forward to last week. We dog sat for my in-laws while they were on vacation. When they returned to pick up their sweet old dog, they brought gifts, as grandparents are wont to do. Amongst those gifts was a new buddy, this one, an elephant (please note the lower case. This elephant has not yet been formally named. Rest assured, I predict he will be called “Elephant”). As we played the morning following the elephant’s arrival in our home, Alice made formal introductions:
(to the elephant) “Someone I want you to get used to is this guy (points to Dalmatian). He’s my favoritest buddy. You don’t know him ‘cuz you just got brought from Africa. You guys just had a sleepover. You sleep in the same bed.”
And they have every night since.