One thing did happen in Disney World that was not a happy memory. My son lost his beloved teddy bear, Dickie. He's had Dickie since he was a curly-headed toddler. He gave him the name Dickie. I don't know how he came up with that name but he names all his stuffed animals. He has a stuffed toy rat that he calls Animal and a large teddy called Uh-Huh. But Dickie has always been his favourite.
Whenever my son goes on a trip, Dickie goes with him. He's travelled to Niagara Falls and Nova Scotia, and to Beaver camp. So of course, he went with us to Disney World. I'm not sure exactly how he got lost, but I think my son had him under the bed covers and when the maid changed the bed, he got swept up with the bedspread and sent to the laundry. Of course we went looking for him but couldn't find him anywhere. We reported him to Lost and Found and checked back there day after day. Nothing.
After several conversations with hotel staff, I find out that the laundry is done off-site and that there's a good chance Dickie went with it. It could be weeks before he's found, they tell me. In the meantime, we've returned home without him. My son is heartbroken. At bedtime, he cries and asks me "Where is Dickie? I miss him." I tell him Dickie is off on an adventure and will come home when he can. I hope.
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