It's soft and cute and squeaky and looks like a dog toy and everyone knows how much babies love dog toys.
Ivy would rather chew on her toes. Or the smallest piece of fuzz she can find.
Or me. Mostly, she just wants me. Not to gnaw- she's learned not to bite the, ahem, breast that feeds her.
After a while she warmed up to Sophie and went to town on its feet and head. But soon it was in the background and it was I who gave her comfort.
She needs me like I need her. Like air, like water.
And me, I'm just fine with that.
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