I have talked a lot on this blog about 'Duckie', Betty's longstanding cuddly friend. I have written about the stresses of only having one Duckie, with no back-up to be found anywhere on the planet, despite my best efforts. I have guarded that duck with my life for over four years, and despite a few minor mishaps, he has remained safe. Half the Button household breathed a large sigh of relief recently when the duck went into semi-retirement, and was no longer a key player in Betty's life.
Things inevitably failed to go to plan. I think it all went wrong when she discovered that there was more than one rabbit knocking around the place - she spotted three lone rabbits whizzing around in the washing machine on a 90 degree wash one fatal breakfast time (this was not very well executed on my part). She refused to go to sleep with fewer than two rabbits in her cot, then upped the stakes to three, until I sat her down and gave her a stern talking-to.
Things continued OK for a while until Dolly decided that there was only one particular rabbit that she was happy with. She can tell from a million miles away if I am enthusiastically wielding the wrong one at her. You might be forgiven for thinking that THE rabbit would be the original rabbit that she formed that bond with in the first place, but it's not. She is inseparable from her rabbit of choice (it is the most-used, worn one, the one that most resembles a rag).
So, it turns out that I continue on this journey of guarding a child's comforter with my life, and have four redundant rabbits, all of which permanently live in the washing machine in an attempt to wear them out.