Me, aged 2, with my second favourite teddy bear King. At that age I always cried when my photo was taken and I wasn't allowed to have my favourite teddy, Dirty Teddy, in a photo. Dirty Teddy was too ugly and old, at least in my mother's opinion.
Sadly, when my eldest son was 6 years old, he took King and Dirty Teddy off the top of my wardrobe and used scissors to cut both of them into hundreds of pieces. He said he did it because I wouldn't let him play with them. I was devastated.
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