Sissy came up to me and told me she “tan’t” find her teddy bear (a one inch plastic teddy bear that actually belongs to her baby doll). I encouraged her to go look for him again (she tends to overlook things – the “if it was a snake, it would have bit you” cliché is quite applicable to my little dear). “Otay, Mom!” she replies.
As she prances off on her tip-toes, with her little hand cupped around her mouth, I hear “Teh-ee-burr! Teh-ee-burr! Where are ye, teh-ee-burr?!?”
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