Our beloved Babysitter had her wisdom teeth extracted on Friday and so we headed to the store on Wednesday to get her a get-well-soon present. The kids had clear instructions: something small, one from each of them, no food. I was thinking bubble bath, candles, a mug, silk flowers, just something to let her know we cared. And then we ended up in the Valentine's section . . . . Sis immediately spied a miniature pink bunny that she adored and said was perfect. Bud, however, picked up a giant pink bear carrying "XOXO." That certainly didn't meet the criteria. And so I tried to direct him to something else, but he clung to that bear, which was almost as tall as he was. And then Sis decided that she could never part with that little pink bunny. And what did we end up with? You guessed it, the bear. And Bud was so proud and excited. And Sis became extra excited about the possibility of hiding it for Babysitter to find and so they debated all the best hiding spots and strategized about playing "hot and cold" to help her find it.
In the end, they hid the bear in Bud's igloo and covered the whole thing with a giant sheet and, in their way, escorted Babysitter right to it. And she was such a good sport and hugged it and them, saying pink was her favorite color. We even got pictures of them all. And that night, I understand, they all read bedtime stories with the bear in the bedroom so that when we got home from our date night, we had to sneak back in to fetch the bear out so she could go home.
I talked to Babysitter yesterday and she is recovering very well. All due to the pink bear, I'm told.
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