It’s his security. It’s his comfort. It’s his blanket.
Also affectionately referred to as his bee because he couldn’t say blanket. And so we left it at that.
We’d been wondering how long he’d carry it around and use it to cover a portion of his body at night. And now we have our answer. It went a little something like this on Tuesday morning…
Seth: Dad, I want to sell my bee.Chris: Really? To whom?Seth: The little girl down the street or on Ebay.Chris: You do, huh? For how much?Seth: Five dah-wers.
Apparently, his security can be sold for a mere five bucks.
Of course, I didn’t do it. It’s hidden in my closet.
But I’m not sure if I’m keeping it for him or for me.