PJ hauls this filthy, disgusting thing wherever we go (he will even sit it at the table to eat, and will roleplay with it whenever he is cooking, be it at home or even when a restaurant lets him "help" cooking). According to wikipedia this is Bedtime Bear, I had to look it up because I am approaching my limit to remember trivia about kid stuff that didn't apply when *I* was a kid, most of that limit was reached learning, against my will, every possible thing you could know about the Teletubbies.
We have already tried to replace this bear with a newer (although smaller) version, and he refuses to let it go even if the new one fits in his bag (read: purse) and it talks. We are going to try to see if it will survive one more trip through the machine, but I don't even want to predict what is going to happen if the machine mangles it in any way.




