Amy has two favourite teddy bears and two favourite sticks. The brown bear is Charlie Bear. My grandma gave it to her. The blue bear spent a long time in semi-anonymity as plain old blue bear until Charlie Bear came along and now she's Carrie Bear- pronounced Cahr-ee to rhyme with Charlie- because our neighbours have boys called Ryota and Sota and Amy has decided she likes names that rhyme. The sticks don't have names. At the moment the bears and the sticks go everywhere with her.
That's K's lunch being guarded by two bears.
And he's so sweet he drove to kinder that way. And then waited while Amy strapped them into the seatbelt when she got out of the truck. And he left them there all day while he was at work. Ohhhhh....
And some more cuteness to really push the schmaltz limit?
We were getting ready for brekky and I asked the girls to move their toys off the table (because I'm an ogre like that) and Amy let out a big sigh....
"This would be so much quicker if we had another kid to help out mummy. We need another baby."
Yeah.... because the two we've got already are so amazing at packing up, right?