My husband bought us two new cots and we're sleeping under the stars tonight!
Our ten year old son has a special stuffed dog that he won at the fair when he was six years old. Its name is Rainbow because he's all the colors of the rainbow. Rainbow is still colorful and in pretty good shape despite how floppy he is. His floppiness just makes him more lovable, like the Velveteen Rabbit.
Rainbow was on the new cot that we just set up outside. Son picked him up and tucked him under his arm and as went up the steps into the trailer he turned round and whispered sort of sheepishly, "I don't want anyone to see me with Rainbow."
Awwww. It's the period at the end of a sentence of time. My husband and I looked at each other and we both sighed.
