My son was two and a half when we introduced Armani as a "sleeping buddy." The doll was a gift from a stylish aunt who thought the "Armani" name was a joke. (It wasn't. My son heard it once, and the name stuck with the finality of a royal decree.) For the first three nights, Armani Black lay flat on the adjacent pillow, a sophisticated gray silhouette against the white sheets. My son ignored him.
I went in to check on him at 10 p.m. He was not in the center of the bed, as usual. Instead, he was curled into a tight C-shape on the very edge of the mattress. His small arm was thrown possessively over Armani Black’s plush torso. His face was buried in what I can only describe as the doll’s “shoulder.” He had claimed him. my son and his pillow doll armani black new
Some parents might worry that a child's attachment to a pillow doll is a crutch. I see it as a bridge. My son was two and a half when