My eldest son, the 15yo future architect, has been rearranging him bedroom in readiness for the double bed we have promised him. At 5'9" he really deserves to have a bigger bed! In the midst of the clean up on Sunday he walks up and deposits this in my arms:
He was given this as a toddler by an ambulance officer as he was being rushed to hospital with a severe bout of croup. I gave him a heap of Elmo toys as a newborn , and one of these became his constant teddy bear until he was about 2, when he decided he didn't need him anymore. It was only a few months later that he was given this one and took to it immediately. For quite a few years now he has floated around the bedroom (to be honest, he is usually tucked into bed after I change the sheets; until the master architect gets home and he is piffed onto the floor!). But not anymore. So Ambulance bear has joined my menagerie of stuffed bears, and will be looked after by me.
I am not sure I like this growing up that is happening in my house!!! It was always inevitable I suppose. :-)