... the s*dding "Class Teddy".
I thought we'd left this behind in nursery. So now we've got to make up some exciting things that she and Teddy did this weekend. And we were going to have a quiet one. She can't really write "Teddy and I sat and watched Cbeebies while Mummy did her marking and Daddy read the Guardian", can she?
Why couldn't we have had him two weeks ago, when her grandparents came to visit and we went swimming? Aaaaaaaagh.
And I suppose we've got to try and match - or outdo - what's already in the book. Well, the last child to have had him seems to have been basically illiterate, but the one before is pretty good.
Oh, joy.