To be fair he didn't even notice. As I am a lucky girl and the boy is not a sicky baby I can get away with one muzz a day (known as muzzy of the day. Sing the Match of the Day theme tune..da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da.. it's muzzy of the day...) but it wasn't that one that we lost as that was safely stowed away in his changing bag. This was an extra muzz to protect his legs from the sun on our walk to our Thursday afternoon NCT mums group (known affectionately by me as Bub Club).
It must have slipped off as he slept and I negotiated steep curbs, pedestrian crossings and cyclists on the pavement (don't you just hate that)! It was only a plain white muzz (not our favourite spotty one- heaven forbid) so I wasn't too heartbroken but it got me thinking to when the lad is older and maybe has a favourite bear or similar critter that he won't go anywhere without. What if he loses that in transit? That scares me. I hate losing stuff, especially anything sentimental or personal and bears and soft toy critters definitely come into that category. I'd be devastated for myself let alone the lad.
I feel a device fashioned from Velcro coming on....
