Jem still has his snuggly, except now it's three shreds of threadbare fabric. He was holding one last night as I put him to bed...
Jem: Snuggly doesn't have a Mom or Dad. They died. His Dad was a soldier and he died. His Mom was a nurse that made army mans feel better. She died in Mexico.
I think the Remembrance Day ceremonies this year really did a number on him. I'm not sure a four year old needs to know about that stuff yet, but his school makes a BIG deal about the day. Does it need to start so young?
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I love that our kids have such fantastic imaginations. Although I guess it isn't a surprise since we basically force them to believe in all sorts of crazy stuff like the magical bunniyes that hide eggs and the fairy that collects teeth and the fat jolly man who eats their gingerbread house each year.
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