Canadian Bacon Bit

A quick story about Caleb and his Sanka:

Many months ago I purchased a "back-up" Sanka for Caleb. It was going to be used in the event that Sanka went missing or became too disgusting to have around any longer (I mean, we wash him...) I hid the back-up at the top of my closet and left him there.

About a month ago, Scott let Caleb take Sanka to daycare - which is fine - but forgot to pick him up at the end of the day - which is not so okay. Bedtime came around and Caleb began to cry that he didn't have Sanka. Scott thought "Aha! Not a problem, I'll get the back-up!"

Scott didn't even get across the doorway when Caleb began to cry "That's not my Sanka!!"

At first Scott tried to convince him that it was Sanka.
"Nnnnnnoooooooo Daddy!! Too soft."

Then he tried to tell him that Sanka had had a bath.
"Bath Daddy?"

After careful examination: "Sanka broken!"

Finally, Scott resorted to telling Caleb that, yes, Sanka was broken, but that Ms. Tina (his daycare teacher) would fix him for tomorrow.

Caleb woke up the next morning "Tina fix Sanka?!?" Scotta assured him that Sanka had been fixed and then had to explain to Ms. Tina how she unwittingly saved the day.

Sanka doesn't go to daycare anymore.