Wednesday, March 7, 2012

September 15, 2011 Dear Ted,

Dear Ted,
You didn't make the move to the new house right away.  Perhaps you stayed behind for awhile because you just weren't ready to leave Eat Nashville.  Perhaps it was because your getting older and just weren't quite up for the move.  Or perhaps this job of being a Bear to a boy's two sons has been a bit overwhelming and you just needed a break.

Today you came to our new house and you went right to work.

When we got there we found Alex upset about something.

"He Alex," I said.  "Look who I've got."  He ran over, smiled and said "Ted."

"Ted hasn't seen our new house.  Can you give him a tour?"

Alex forgot about what ever he was upset about and took you for a tour.

About a minute-and-a-half and one room later, Alex pronounced "He likes it."  He then put you down and went on to play something else.

Not sure what it is about stuffed animals in general and you, Ted, in particular.  There is some sort of magic that my boys -- especially Alex -- and I believe in.

Thanks Ted.

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