The fight has begun

You may or may not remember the post I did last year on Clark's bear, Bear. It is his best friend...to put it lightly. It is a maroon-red bear that was given to him by my mom about a year and a half ago and it. is. nasty. He usually sucks his thumb while rubbing Bear's hands or feet and at one point shoved both eyes inside so only the white stuffing showed. Being the good mom I am, I have not thrown Bear away, yet. I regularly give him baths (in the washing machine), I've given him surgery (I completely replaced the disgusting stuffing with new, clean stuff), I've reattached his eyes a number of times, I've tried brushing him to make his fur less scraggly (though it didn't improve his looks too much), and I've even put up with Clark's attempts to take Bear to the store or to church.

Knowing that it is a possibility that Peter may become attached to a stuffed animal as well, I made sure to buy him the cutest, softest, puppy and I regularly give it to him when he goes to sleep. I figure, if he's going to be seen with a "lovey" it'd had better be a cute one. But do you think Peter loves it as much as I do?

Of course not.

But did you guess what Peter DOES love?

That's right. Bear.


Peter will laugh and coo at Bear as if they are actually the best of friends, not Clark and Bear. Whenever Clark sets Bear down, Peter makes a beeline for him. And Peter is quick. He usually gets to Bear and has an arm or leg in his mouth before Clark notices it. Clark will rip him away from Peter and then Peter will watch until Clark sets him down again. Then it starts over.

Today Clark came crying to me because Bear's ears were wet.

Now I wish I had gotten rid of that thing before he started causing contention around here.