I had a bear, no name, but with velvet paws. It went to live on a shelf above my parents' bed. It is still there! You can imagine how dusty he is by now.
I now have a shelf of special little creatures, most of whom do have names. They haven't been needed for a very long time, but they are carefully stored and displayed near my bed.
Is there a name for this tradition of the parent winding up with all the soft toys in the end? They probably mean more to me than to anyone else now.
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