Mommy and Daddy have been giving me my doggy (previously Mommy’s doggy “House”) to nap and sleep with. Sometimes he comforts me and helps me sleep and sometimes I toss him aside because I associate him with going to bed. Today I was a little greedy and wanted to take my nap with not just House, but also my truck. Grandma and Grandpa love to tell the story about how Daddy used to take trucks instead of stuffed animals to bed when he was young. I guess I’m my Daddy’s boy. Although my small plastic truck is much safer than the sharp edged metal monstrosities that Daddy played with when he was young.