A few days ago I found myself attempting to answer this question:
Mbot: “Why is Junepbear not the fluffiest and Spruce Bear is the fluffiest?”
Let me clarify: Spruce Bear is Gbot’s bear, light blue, about thirty inches tall, given to him the day he was born twenty-seven months ago. Junepbear is Mbot’s bear, light blue, about thirty inches tall, given to him the day he was born forty-two months ago. Aside from minor design changes at the bear plant in China, Junep and Spruce were identical on their birth days.
They are not identical any more.
Junepbear is over fifty percent older than Spruce Bear. He is Mbot’s go-to buddy in the face of bedtime, owies, air travel, car travel, and injustices of any kind. He in not unfamiliar with the interior of the washing machine. Lately, I have begun to use the delicate cycle.
We have read The Velveteen Rabbit, that timeless story of the transformative powers of love. And so, to answer the question about who is the fluffiest one of all, I alluded to that. “Remember that when the little boy loved and loved the rabbit so much, the rabbit got all shabby-looking on the outside? That’s what’s happened to Junepbear.”
Mbot thought about this for a moment, and got things a little mixed up. He asked, “When you love something, does it get fluffier?”
“It gets fluffier on the inside, Moon Pie,” I said.
Which maybe explains the fluff inside my head that causes me to forget just about everything these days unless it’s written on my hand. The day I forget to look at my hand, I’ll really be in trouble. But at least I’ll be loved.
Who are you in charge of making fluffier on the inside?