Your child loses their all-time friend. And it's on y'all.

Information technology was a parenting moment I'd been dreading and one I thought we'd managed to avoid. The toy, the ane detail toy my son had go fiercely attached to had gone missing. Vanished. Out of all of the stuffed animals, teddy bears and assorted blankets he'd been bought or given, information technology was a nondescript, fluffy rabbit known as "Bunny" (I know, how meta) that had become The Chosen One.

Bunny, loyal companion that she was (I'm sad fifty-fifty writing that in the past tense) had been everywhere with my son and, as you tin imagine, played a starring office in his bedtime routine.

He kind of looked a piffling something like this.

Last week, simply before bed, my son appeared at the top of the stairs, his face full of confusion. "Mummy, where'south Bunny?" He asked, his lip wobbling. "I think I've lost-ed it." Nosotros searched under the bed, in his toy boxes, nether the sofa. Nada. Bunny had gone AWOL. She was, indeed lost-ed.

"But I can't sleep without Bunny," my son told me, completely matter of fact. "Oh lord," my hubby whispered equally he continued the search. "He may never sleep once more." Of course, Bunny went missing the nighttime our washing machine (subsequently ten years of good service) decided it was time to retire, in spectacular, mid-cycle way. With h2o gushing everywhere, mop in mitt and grabbing every towel in the business firm, my hubby and I got to work every bit our living room flooded.

"Bunny! Bunny! I desire Buuuunnny." My son, wailed continuously. "Sorry buddy, mummy's a footling busy right at present," I said to him as I skated across the flooring on a sodden towel. "I'll help you observe him in a 2nd. I promise." Information technology's difficult to describe the look on his little, tear-streaked confront but if I had to, I'd say it was a solid cross between pure atheism and utter betrayal. "How could you exit me alone with these two crazy people, my fluffy friend?" It said. "How could y'all?!" Needless to say, Bunny didn't turn up and oh boy did it take a while to get my distraught trivial 1 to sleep.

"Mummy," my son said to me every bit I dropped him at preschool the adjacent forenoon. "Can you lot please find Bunny for me today? I miss her. She's my best friend." Oh god. The pressure. The pressure! I ransacked the house. Turned it upside down. I managed to find $9 in loose change and a missing ballet apartment squashed behind the bookcase. But no rabbit.