I Killed Froggy

Little Man has one stuffed animal.
It is
It was
A cute little frog.
I don't have a before picture.
But here is the after picture.
After I killed it.

Basically, Froggy now looks like what those things look like you pull out of the Build-a-Bear bins. Except the head.  The brains somehow stayed in tack.

Little Man just wears a diaper at night.
He is a big sweaty mess in the mornings
And I got sick of peeling his pjs off of him in the mornings
So we just go with the diaper.

He slept well last night
Like he usually does.
Quiet and peaceful
From the moment I put him down
Until the moment I walked in his bedroom
To wake him up.

But then
I step on something.
It's his diaper.
I find his diaper outside of the crib
Dry.
Very dry.
Suspiciously dry.
And him naked as a jay bird inside the crib.
A soaking wet
Pee-soaked bed.

From the look of the dry diaper
It would appear he stripped before even falling asleep
Some 11 hours earlier.
And I didn't notice when I checked in on him a few times
By peeking around the darkened door.
And thus
His crib was soaked.
Soaked.
(Praise the heavens it was only soaked...
If you get my drift.)

Little Man is a mover in the night
And it was apparent by all the soaking wet pee spots all over
His poor blanket and Froggy appeared to have been connected to his leg
All night
And
Everywhere he went
They were connected
And they were literally dripping.
Yes.
Dripping.

Needless to say
He got a morning bath
And all of his crib things went straight into the washer.
And we rushed out of the house for the day.

Eight hours later I pulled in the driveway
Got the diaper bag
Got the Littles' water cups
And we headed out for an appointment.
I decided to rush back in
And quickly moved all the things from the washer to the dryer
In hopes it would be all set for bedtime.

Four hours later
As I am getting Little Man ready for bed
I realize I still haven't remade his bed
And I go into the dryer
And I find stuffing
Froggy guts
Everywhere.
All over the towels
All over the blanket
All over the mattress pad
All over the fitted sheet.
And Froggy.
Poor Froggy.
Stuffless
With the exception of his head.

Then I looked into the washer
And found more stuffing.
More Froggy guts.
Not pretty folks.
Not pretty.
I killed Little Man's Froggy.

Froggy's Guts.

Needless to say
Little Man is wearing pajamas again tonight
And I am going to need to go buy some stuffing
Some thread
A needle
And hope for the best.