Sunday, November 13, 2011

Bathroom Monologue: Thoughtful Bear

My teddy bear is acting funny. He used to need me to pull his chair out for him. Before Wednesday, he definitely needed me to hold the cup to his muzzle so he could drink his tea. Now he makes the tea. He also makes my bed. He likes the corners tucked snug. I dug his box out of the trash, and it doesn’t say he’s supposed to do that. Plus I keep waking up and he’ll be gone from the bed. Usually he’s by my closet door, his paws against it like he’s holding it shut. My closet’s haunted my demons, so it’s not surprising he’d want to hold it shut, but he never used to do that. My parents don’t believe about my closet. Neither does Tim. For the longest time it was just me; now it’s me and the teddy bear. Does this make me crazy? And if so, is it okay that I kind of like it? He’s growing into such a thoughtful bear.


  1. If you get tired of that bear, can I have him?

    Glad to find your blog.

  2. This may be my favorite post in a while. Awesome teddy bear.

  3. This has moved to the top of my favorite posts list.
    Every child, no matter what age, should have a bear like this one.

  4. I love this. Sometimes I like a story that makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Don't tell anyone, though. It would ruin my reputation.


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