As a young teen, my friend M once found two back up lovies in her hall linen closet. In college she had all three lovies lined up on her bed (David, Bavid and Gavid) and she would describe her horror and recognition at finding Bavid and Gavid as if it were the day she saw the world as it really was. Suddenly it made sense how David would change smells or marks, ever so slightly, from day to day. I'm not sure she ever really got over it.
When Zoe started showing a preference for
Baby, we bought another one and hid it, trading it in and out when it
couldn't be found in our messy little house or needed a washing. I vaguely wondered when she might find the other baby and how it would all go down. There were several near misses and we finally worked out a fool proof system of keeping one baby hidden.
In the hall linen closet, of course.
So last week Zoe unceremoniously found "TWO BABIES!".
There was very little distress at having this truth revealed to her at an early age though now the tears come from having been given the "WRONG Baby" (it's awfully hard to tell them apart, unless you are Zoe) and not being able to carry both babies as well as a stroller and wagon all while holding Mommy's hand.
There was very little distress at having this truth revealed to her at an early age though now the tears come from having been given the "WRONG Baby" (it's awfully hard to tell them apart, unless you are Zoe) and not being able to carry both babies as well as a stroller and wagon all while holding Mommy's hand.
