Sad Bear

A couple of months ago, HT had a spell of rough nights.  He'd go to bed fine but after I left, he'd start crying really hysterically.  And he wouldn't stop for 30+ minutes.  The first night it happened, Grandma and Grandpa were here and they weren't able to console him at all.  I couldn't figure out what to do about it and after telling Aunt Amy, she suggested giving him a new bear to "take care of."  She said that a lot of times when she can't get Carter to calm down, she gives him a stuffed animal who is scared or sad and needs to be taken care of.  Carter is so sensitive that he completely focuses on helping out the stuffed animal and forgets what he was so upset about.  So she gave us a bear to try it with Henry.  He stopped having trouble going to sleep before she gave us the bear, though, so I just saved it in case it happened again.  I had it in my office in a plastic grocery bag sitting under my desk.  A couple of days ago, HT went into my office to get his Nemo while I was in changing Evie and came back holding the bear.  He said, "What dis, Mommy?"  "Dang it!" I thought to myself.  "Why would you leave that out?  Stupid, stupid, stupid!"  To Henry, I said, "That's a sad bear, Bubbie.  Aunt Amy brought him over to our house because he's so very sad and he needs someone to take care of him and help make him happy."  Henry looked at the bear for a minute and said, "I hold for Gee-gee?"  Smiling, I said, "Sure, Bub, you can hold it."  And he held it for a sec then said, "For Gee-gee?"  "No, Bubbie, it's not for Evie."  "For Enny?"  "Yes, baby, it's for Henry."  Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he hugged the bear with all his might.  "I yuv my Sad Bear, Mommy, I yuv him."  And he didn't leave a room without taking Sad Bear with him for about a week.