A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)
I asked him.
“Yes, mommy. Say hello to biscuits. He’s fwends with stuaws.”
He holds out the brand new teddy bear in his arms. The old one, which he called straws, now laid on the side of the bed.
“Well, hello biscuits, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking the toys hand.
“That,” he pointed at another teddy near the bed, “is cookies. He’s sleeping now. You’ll have to say hello in the morning. That one is Tinnee... because he’s so small.”