Mimi’s curious comforter.
Mr B is a home furnishing from IKEA, a cushion not strictly intended to be a soft toy or a comforter, but in our house he is both. Mimi adopted him as her bedtime buddy at around 13 months, after grabbing him off the couch in her room, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. In the early days of their partnership, Broccoli was so much bigger than her that it made us newbie parents nervous. But there was no chance of wrestling an oversized vegetable from her vice-like grip. And that grip hasn’t loosened, a year-and-a-half hence. Though now Mimi’s the bigger one, and poor B gets choked out, MMA style, every night, poor fecker.
Broccoli is so important, such a fixture in her life, that he even has understudies. Yes, trips have been made back to IKEA solely to purchase stand-in vegetables for naps in Nana’s house, and even when she started occasional days in a creche, they made sure there was a smiling green face there to make her feel at ease.
*Parents please note: For trips out of town, you haven’t really gotten good at packing unless you’ve figured out how to jam a two-foot floret of broccoli into your suitcase (the solution being: forget about bringing your OWN stuff!)*
Interestingly, and probably unlike plenty of other toddlers, Mimi is happy to eat broccoli (the veg, not the cushion). I wonder if some hideous cannibalistic realisation is going to dawn on her one day that will require a long talk, and possibly therapy in later life.
I’m not sure how this dependence is going to work out, I have had visions of dropping her off for her first day of college with a sagging, tatty, overly-loved piece of broccoli hanging out of her bag. But we’ll cross that socially awkward bridge when we get to it eh?
For now though, Mr B is the man – he’s always cool in a crisis and has not once complained about the volume or variety of fluids that have, on occasion, been spewed upon him. Mimi would list his best qualities as his being, soft, cuddly, and ever present. Me though, I’d have to say: he’s machine-washable.. and quick-drying!
I bet your kids have equally bizarre comforters or bedfellows that they’ve latched onto, do let us know in the comments or tweet us at @WalkingDad_IE . No prizes for the weirdest, save the morbid fascination of fellow parents!