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" -- It's Everywhere I Go..."
Saturday evening, we went to our church's Mission Auction. Long story, which I won't go into, but the important thing is, our crib didn't sell (bummer; and it is NOT coming back into this house!), and somehow we ended up with a foosball table AND a singing teddy bear.
The teddy bear was beloved of Precious Princess, and her grandma -- who also goes to our church and was at the auction -- was bound and determined to win it for her. She staked out her territory and hovered over that bear, ready to outbid anyone who even looked like they MIGHT want to get it.
Only later did we learn that not only was it VERY cute (hat, necklace, ribbon) -- which is why Precious Princess wanted it -- but it ALSO sings, when you squeeze its paw.
In two-part harmony.
Try topping THAT!
It also dances, nodding its head and bobbing its shoulders, and opening its wee little mouth in time to its song.
And what it sings is a sickeningly saccharine short version of the above song, "It's Written in the Wind."
(Not short enough!)
Shall I type out a transcript of the words? They're written on my skull, by now!
Actually, I don't mind.
I truly don't. By now it's background noise. When I do notice it, I tend to sing along, belting out the lyrics with a soulful vibrato, which charms Precious Princess and Littlest Brother. As I mentioned, I know all the words by now.
The reason I don't mind, is how unbelievably, utterly adorable Precious Princess is, loving this bear.
She LOVES it.
She hugs it, she holds it by the paws and dances along with it, she made a puppet show of it last night by turning the coffee-table over on its side and holding the bear up from behind it, so only its little singing face showed. She wanted to sleep with it, but I wouldn't let her, so she propped it up on her bedside table, and gave it a pillow for its back, so it would be comfortable. She's spent the day making food for it, and talking to it.
She is SO CUTE, that, well, I have to love it too. I just have to. Anything that makes her that happy, makes me happy too.
(Eldest Son wanted the Foosball table, so much that he was willing to bid his OWN MONEY for it, but Grandma kindly put up the purchase price for it too, once he won it.)
(He was pretty cute too!)
Cheers!
:-)
