So, I dig through kiddo's backpack. Not there.
I run to the garage, and dig through the car. Not there.
I text my wife, who left town today on a business trip: last place she saw Unicornio 🦄 was in the backpack.
By this point I'm certain that the unicorn is at pre-K, and I break the news to kiddo, who is already bawling b/c mamá and unicornio are both gone.
(2/x)
I panic. I grab the brand-spanking-new **backup** unicornio 🦄 that's buried in the back of our bedroom closet.
My hands are literally trembling as I rip the Amazon clear-wrap packing off this fucking thing. Kiddo is crying wailing, and now I can hear the dog whining downstairs.
I run into kiddo's room and say, “SURPRISE! I found unicornio…and they just took a bath! Yay!!!!!”
Wrong. Fucking. Move.
(3/x)
My older son had a single "friend" that he loved more than anything when he was little, too. When he was just a baby and it was clear that was the one toy he'd never let go of, I found one just like it on eBay(it was not mass produced) and purchased it. Same thing as you, we had it stashed in the back of the bedroom closet. I never had a great plan on how I'd pull off a switch...the bath plan was on my list, though! It would have never passed as the same one as it was without some story. I'm glad I never had to find out.
Thankfully we never needed it and when he was 10 I gave it to him and told him I'd kept a backup for most of his life. He thought it was adorable and now the two "friends" live together in harmony in his bedroom.
The things we do as parents...
