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    Hi! I'm Traci. I'm a Registered Nurse who loves quilting, knitting, cross stitch, and the great outdoors. In my pre-scrubs life, I owned Real Photography, and you can still see my old wedding and portrait photography site here .

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strange bedfellows

Will never took to a ‘lovey’.  As much as I hoped he’d adopt any one of the numerous adorable stuffed animals as his number one guy, he never really took to any one in particular.  He loves quilts, and insisted on sleeping under a bunch of them, but no one in particular was his Linus blankee.

So it is with great curiosity that I have watched in the last few weeks/months as he has taken up a bedtime companion.

Is it the adorable dragon?  The super cute bunny?  The knight quilt I made him?  Or the cars quilt?  Or the tiny pillow his granny left behind on one of her visits?

No.

It is a cheapo 2” paintbrush from Home Depot.

It has been around the house for the two years that we’ve lived here, and migrated to the play room for a while.  And then I noticed that it had moved up to Will’s room…and then I started regularly seeing it in or around his bed, often on the pillow when I check on him at night.  And then I began to notice that he quietly seeks it out before crawling into the covers.  As if he knows that a paintbrush is a totally bizarro comfort item and doesn’t want anyone to know about it. 

I’ve had my suspicions, but they were confirmed tonight as he tried to hand me something with his hand that was also holding the paintbrush as we got ready to read stories.  I started to take the paintbrush from him, wondering if the mystery of its bedtime presence was going to be solved, when he yanked it back with a reflexive “No—that’s mine.  You have THIS.” and gave me whatever it was he wanted me to have.

It’s a mystery, but I’m guessing he’s rubbing the bristles against his face as he falls asleep.  Which makes me feel really badly for him because it is a CHEAP paintbrush and we could definitely invest in a much softer one.  😛