Heaven and Hedgehogs
A small emergency struck our home last week when my 4-year-old son’s favorite hedgehog stuffed animal went missing.
The hope of finding him was beginning to shrink with every search under the couch and with every sweep under the bed. The outlook made it likely that (once again) my wife would need to search eBay for an exact replacement. (A few hot-water-and-bleach wash cycles wear the replacement down to faded authenticity.) But we had not lost hope. Yet.
It may have been an old stuffed hedgehog made with cheap China fabric and stuffed with beads and fuzz, but its absence made bedtime especially tough for my son. Convincing him that a stuffed bunny was an equal replacement didn’t work. The sooner we found this hedgehog named “Mikko” the better, and that’s why my wife was on the phone last week with every store and restaurant we’d been to in the…