You all are aware of Baby Boy's lovey, BA. Over three years of constant companionship, this thing has practically melded itself into the skin on his palm. What was once a lovely, velvety light blue lamb, it now a cross between a dim polishing rag and a frazzled napkin--even after a wash on hot and an anti-bacterial dry.
My niece was here for the day, and come nap time, it was discovered her dad forgot to pack her Ny-Ny (pig). Oh, a fuss ensued.
Then Baby Boy handed her his cloth soul mate and said, "You can sleep with BA, Nenny."
It was one of those moments as a parent when you know you did something right.
After nap, we were practicing colors.
"What color is BA, mama?"
I am sure Crayola has a crayon named for this tepid grayish, brownish hue, but it escaped me.
"BA is most certainly the color of love."