Our little dude has a strange fear/dislike for Eyeore. Yes, Eyeore, the sad donkey friend of Winnie-the-Pooh.
I believe it began when Grandma Johnson put a little stuffed Eyeore on the crib when we visited one time. He insisted that we not only remove it from the crib, but TAKE IT DOWNSTAIRS!! So his next visit to Janesville, do you think he forgot? Not so much. TAKE IT DOWNSTAIRS!
So today we're eating our lunch and he asked me to feed him like a donkey. What? Doesn't every kid want to be fed like a donkey? After he made this request, I decided that maybe now would be a good time to test the Eyeore waters. So I said, "Should I pretend your Eyeore?" And with eyes to the floor, he solemnly says, "No."
And that was that.
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