When I was about a year old, my parents had a hard time getting me to fall asleep at night. To remedy this, they got me a stuffed animal set consisting of a mama dog and a baby dog, thinking that the toys might comfort me and lull me to sleep. Their hopes were dashed. For while the mama dog was too big for me to hold, the baby dog was just the right size to clutch in my baby hand, and instead of falling asleep, I ended up jabbering to it in my crib. That dog became my favorite childhood toy, and even when it lost some of its fur and had to be patched up by my mom, I still loved it and slept with it every night.
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Sometimes I think the way I act towards Mushu is indicative of the type of mother I’ll be some day. I’ll have a tendency to gush in annoyingly high-pitched voices. (“Mushu! Who’s the best puppy in the world? Who is? YOU ARE!”) I’ll be watchful. (“Mushu, what did you just put in your mouth? Spit it out right now!”) And I’ll be over-protective. (“Hey Mom and Dad, I read on CNN.com that dogs aren’t supposed to eat grapes. We should ban all grapes from our house.”)