Here’s a tip for all the fathers in the audience. If you really want your kid to love you, all that you have to do is head out into the night, in your pajamas, drive to Ann Arbor, and backtrack your steps through the dark, with a flashlight in your hand. Assuming you eventually find what you were looking for, you’ll be given the hugest of hugs upon your return, and pronounced, “the best dad in the whole world.” And, best of all, the heart-wrenching sobs will finally come to an end.
This is Mox. He’s been in our family for years. Every limb he owns has been sewn on at least twice. Clementine named him when she was one. (She’s never been able to tell us how she came up with the name.)
I had no idea what he meant to her until he went missing this evening.
And, here’s another piece of advice… If you’re kid loses a beloved stuffed animal, it’s probably best not to send her an image of it lying in the street, like a dead squirrel.
(I thought that she’d be thrilled to see that I’d found him, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Linette says she fell to the ground and started convulsing in tears when she was called downstairs to see the photo. Thankfully, I had her on the phone almost immediately, and was able to convince her that he was fine, and that, regardless of how it might have looked, he hadn’t been run over.)
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Just to clarify, I didn’t find Mox in the street. This shot is from a parking space, a few feet off of Division Street.
Note to self: Steal Mr. Bunny, go out in search of Mr. Bunny, spend day at bar, come home with Mr. Bunny to the chorus of accolades.
I think I might have sent the photo too. Or maybe a self portrait of me snuggling with it, but it could have gone either way.
I screamed when I saw this photo too. When I saw his leg, I thought that he’d been hit by Lawrence Taylor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHCXNt4P8Xg
lol!
Maybe Clementine was upset that Mox was momentarily without his comb.
Sounds like you have just experienced your own real-life Knuffle Bunny (a retelling/ripoff of A Pocket for Corduroy).
You are the best dad in the whole world!
Is that a heart on his belly, or does he have an inflamed red ass, like a baboon, that, for some reason, faces front?
I second, or third, that: you are the best dad in the world. Congratulations; what an excellent thing you did. Thank goodness he was still there. You found him!
Where’s Sluggo when you need him?
The best dad in the world is probably the one that didn’t lose the stuffed animal in the first place…. I’m just sayin’.
It’s probably a good thing that I’m not a parent. If I’d found the stuffed animal, I would have responded with a ransom note stating that Mox wouldn’t be returned until such time that the yard was raked, and the bathrooms cleaned.
That is a sweet story! Reminds me of when my goldfish would die and my dad would hurry scurry around the find another one before I realized “Goldie” was dead.
Don’t be fooled, Mark wasn’t looking for it to be nice. He was looking for it because it’s one of his horcruxes!
And Clementine sewed him back together just like new. That girl can do anything!!! Have I said how amazing she is!