Have you ever had a really good friend? I have one, and his name is Bub. See, this is Bub and me:
He’s got a lot of colors, huh? He’s really soft and I like his tail. It’s curly like Mommy’s hair.
When I have to take a nap or when I go to bed at night I like to snuggle with Bub. But sometimes he’s too big to snuggle so I throw him on the ground and Mommy says that’s not how to treat a friend. So I snuggle him again, or Mommy puts him in my bed to wait for me.
And when I wake up a little in the night I like to hold Bub’s tail or his foot so I know he’s still there. I like it when he’s with me. And I don’t want him to escape, because he can climb. (Mommy hasn’t seen him do that, so don’t tell her. But he can climb EVERYWHERE and I’m trying to take lessons so I can get to my snacks and Mommy’s cabinets. Shhhhh!)
Anyways, Bub is my friend and I like him a lot.