Yesterday evening, it was discovered that Rada’s brown bear had gone missing. The house was searched. Nothing. We eventually realized that winniethepooh was at the babysitter’s house.
Rada began to mourn the loss. No amount of assurances that I would retreive the bear at a convenient time tomorrow would assuage her pain. So I got out of my pajamas, put clothes on, piled her and myself into the car, and drove across town to get it.
There was the quality of an adventure about it. Rada understood that we were going to get pooh, and she was quite taken up with the drama.
The reunion was not as momentous as I had hoped it would be. But the trip over was pleasant. The evening was cool and quiet and we had the windows open in the car. I wished we were on the bike.
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