The other night Rosaline came into to snuggle. She's pretty consistent with these visits, but we try to limit them to a short time and then take her back to her bed. Some times it's just her, sometimes she brings stuffed friends - sometimes she brings all her sisters like she did Sunday night and it's a real party. This time she brought only her precious "buvvy" doll. She's had this thing since day one so it's very important to her. ... like, "she'll cut you" important.
So she comes in, get's her cuddle on, a few minutes (maybe hours, hard to tell between 12 and 2am how much time is really passing) and Gina takes her back to bed. I fall back asleep but am woken back up a short time later with a proposition. Rosaline has left buvvy in our bed and I am no sleeping on top of him/her/it (can't make up our mind on the gender of this half elephant half blanket thing). Clearly I was cuddling and Rosaline felt back about the request, so she had brought me her back up buvvy - known as "khouka buvvy" because of it's female doll like head. Naturally I accepted the swap and cuddled happily with khouka until it was time to get up.
I just love the thoughtfulness of a three year old. She could have easily screamed and demanded that I return her precious, but instead she took my feelings into concern - perhaps I loved buvvy equally as much - and tried to make sure that after the buvvy removal, I would still have something to cuddle with.
I don't want them to grow up. I mean I do, I do. ... but I don't just the same.
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