Cub: Okay. Because Nigh-Nigh's at Memere's house!
(Nigh-Nigh has already arrived in the mail, unbeknownst to Cub.)
Me: Yeah ... Hey buddy, do you think it would be okay if Nigh-Nigh stayed at Memere's house for a while? You know, for a long time?
Cub: Yeah! That would be okay!
(I am pathetically FIGHTING BACK TEARS as I tuck him into his bed.)
Me: Okay! Here's Bullseye. Have a good rest, buddy.
Cub: I will, Mama. I love you.
Me: Love you, too.
It's hard knowing that his beloved toy is stashed in a box in the hallway closet, right next door to his room. But the thumb-sucking hasn't happened since Nigh-Nigh was first left at Memere's house, and the fading little sore on Cub's thumb tells me this is the right choice. I'm just glad he doesn't seem to be upset at all. If he asks again later, we'll tell a grand story about Nigh-Nigh going to the zoo to join the other lions, so he won't go to Memere's expecting to find him. I just can't believe how easy this has been for him.
Because it's been a little rough on me. Sigh, transitions.
Have a lovely day, friends.