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To: HG who wrote (297)	2/18/2000 9:39:00 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1309

We often ask our toddler "Are you a bub or a bum ? "... "Bum ! " - he replies... "Whose bum ?" "Mamma's bum !" lol "Good boy or bad boy ?" "Baboy ! " "Naughty or nice ?" "Naaaiiiiiiisss !" LOL He's opinionated all right !!!

To: HG who wrote (297)	2/18/2000 11:44:00 PM
From: Neenny	Respond to of 1309

Happy_Girl, I think it is as tough on a parent as it is on a child, when their little hearts mourn for something as simple as a toy, and we cannot rescue the child from that hurt. Those first lessons in the reality of the imperfect world we live in are heart wrenching. Especially when the child is so innocent, and trusting of us as parents. Thanks for sharing not on the joys of parenting.....but the sentimental moments of child rearing. and please, replace that toy quickly.....I cannot stand the pain. Jane

To: HG who wrote (297)	2/21/2000 11:33:00 AM
From: SofaSpud	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1309

About six weeks before Christmas my wife found a hand-sewn snowman at a craft store. He was about ten inches long, with hat, scarf, carrot nose, and denim overalls. He sat on the table and vibrated (shivered) while going through a repertoire of Christmas carols. He would do one carol and stop, but started again every time he was moved or even jostled slightly. My youngest, at 17 months, was initially terrified. Within a few days, however, he would see Frosty and just sit there and point at him until one of us made Frosty sing. Within a short while, they were inseparable. Everywhere Will went in the house he was accompanied by a happily singing Frosty. This started to wear on us a bit, particularly after Frosty turned up in our bed. Picture having spent hours vainly trying to get babies and toddlers to sleep after the disruptions of seasonal entertaining, and, finally at 3:30 a.m., blessed relief -- until someone rolls over on this stupid &^%)!! snowman which wakes everyone up! So as the love affair with Frosty deepened for my son, it was going the other way with my wife. (Of course we were long past the notion of giving Frosty away to the person he'd been purchased for -- if for no other reason than because he was starting to show signs of all the affection he'd been getting). I wasn't there to see what broke the camel's back. But one day after Christmas Frosty must have piped up at the wrong moment, because my wife pitched him across the room. He would still sing, but he didn't shiver any more. Poor Will, his best friend was sick! He would sit there an hug Frosty, and bring him over to whoever, clearly asking us to fix him. Which turned out to not be possible. Tears and devastation -- and a serious mommy guilt-trip. So I hear you, happy girl.