As I mentioned recently, my four-year-old son D- has a beloved Corduroy bear who's seen more than most bears his age ever will or want to.
His nearly four-year relationship with Corduroy is slowly becoming something of an obsession for his almost-two-year-old sister M-, who seems to have taken the concept of hand-me-downs to the extreme of now excitedly waiting to consume her brother's entire existence as she grows up.
Case in point, this conversation that took place in the hallway last week while I was in the shower:
M- (pleasantly, with her hands out): I can have Corduroy.
D- (graciously, as he often is): No, not right now, sweetie.
M-: Yeah, when I'm BIG-GER.
D-: ...No, he'll always be mine, even when you're bigger, but you've got a bear, too, remember?
M-: No-- I can have Corduroy when I'm BIGger.
D- (remixing lines he's been fed before): No, M-, you can't have him when you're bigger, cause even though I'll be bigger, too, he'll still be my friend. But you can hold him sometimes, still.
M- (with an audible blank stare): ...And I can have Corduroy when I'm bigger, when I'm fifty-bigger!
For more such posts, check out the other (4 YO son) D- conversations, (1YO daughter) M- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.