clicked, and his eyes lit up when he saw Pooh Bear sitting there on his bed. He was practically leaning out of Andy's arms; he had to have that bear!He insisted on carrying it from room to room most of that day, and continued to be so enthralled with Pooh that I nearly considered bringing it on the upcoming trip Alton and I were taking. The only bummer is that P.B. is so large that when Alton has his arms around it, the bear's big 'ol cranium is in Altie's face and he can't even see to walk! I mentioned the problem to Grammy, who proposed a solution: she would hunt for a smaller version of the bear for Grandpa to bring up in his suitcase over his Memorial Day weekend visit. Victory! The diminutive bear was procured and imported to Oregon. Alton, however, feels that two bears for the price of one is the way to fly. He likes to hold either bear by the leg or the paw and sling it backwards over his shoulder to carry it around the room. He gets the smaller bear in a headlock. He hugs the big bear tightly and rests his head on Pooh's fluffy softness. Best of all, the toys have inspired a new word for him to speak: bear! He sounds like a Bostonian saying the word "bar": bah! Today he added a "boo bah!" just to make sure we knew who he was talking about. Pooh Bear, of course.
