Strange Love

My toddler becomes attached to weird things.  A few months ago it was a neti-pot. He even slept with the thing for a couple nights.  And if he hadn't slept with it, his first request in the morning was for "pot!"  

Caleb's 20-month shot with Neti-Bear or would it be a
Teddy-pot?

I'm hoping that in his teenage years, pot won't be the first thing on his mind in the morning or on his mind at all, ever...ah! I can't really go there right now or think about the "just say no to drugs" talk and possible experimentation we may have to deal with. Can I please put my kids in a cage around ten and not let them out until they're about nineteen?  I so don't want to deal with real-life, big-world issues with my babies!  I digress.

Anyway, on a recent trip to BJ's, Caleb decided a large jug of salsa was his new-found buddy.  He was clinging to it in the front of the cart so tightly and contentedly that Matt didn't see it to ring it up at self-checkout.  After scanning everything and getting it all back in the cart, Matt spotted Caleb with his new BFF and had to convince Caleb to give up "Sauce, Sauce, Sauce" long enough for a store clerk to ring it up.  Luckily, the guy was quick, so Caleb got his pal back before throwing an all-out tantrum.  

While loading the car, we semi-attempted to get it away from him before the drive home but then decided it wasn't worth the fight. So, our little man clung to his chunky, red companion the whole twenty minute drive home and then refused to let go to eat his lunch. So, they ate lunch together.  I opted not to let him nap with the salsa. Fortunately, he did not fight me on that decision.  I'm happy he's such a lover, even if the objects of his affection are a wee bit odd. 

Caleb and his bulk-sized bud.