My answer was Stuart Little and The Velveteen Rabbit - which he hadn't heard of! And it made me realize I'd never told him about my blanket or bunny.... As a little kid (well, I've always been little) I had a brown and cream striped blanket that had originally been made for my sister when she was born. But at some point, it became mine. And it was my third arm. I waddled around with it and rubbed it on my nose to soothe me to sleep as I sucked my ring and middle fingers on my right hand - yeah, this post may be TMI. But I was cute and I know my mom has numerous photos of this....
When I was 6 years old, my mom wanted me to say goodbye to the blankie and move on to something more grown up. My grandma had made me a peach pillow but I wasn't going to carry that around - the pretty white lace was scratchy on my nose! Around Easter time we negotiated on a white Puffalump bunny... The blanket was held hostage in my mom's closet until one day she threw it away and never told me - I'd peek every now and again to make sure it was in safe keeping and one day it was gone - I know she regrets it to this day. RIP in Rumpke, Blankster.
But the bunny became my buddy... and I had to dig it out of my closet, hidden in a blue bag from Tiffany's, after sharing that story with MR. This stuffed animal was cleared well-loved... The name is appropriate - he used to be puffy and now he's lumpy. It has some discoloration from falling behind the bed at my apartment from a few years and begin pressed against the heater and water damage from the AC... So here's a photo of the bunny... and what he once looked like.
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