I washed Arya’s lovey last week.
I can honestly say it was one of the most nerve-wracking things I’ve ever had to do. What if Bunny falls apart? What if he doesn’t smell the same so Arya rejects him? What if Bunny is Arya’s equivalent to a towel in the Hitchhiker’s Guide universe and she needs to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth? WHAT WOULD SHE DO THEN?
She didn’t even notice he was gone. I grabbed it out of her crib nonchalantly and took it with me to the Washing of Doom. (That’s what I’m calling it, considering how much I was dreading it.)
Arya likes to suck on his ears, so those were particularly gross. I’m not going to get into details, though. Not that anyone would want them. Regardless, he’d been very loved so he definitely needed to be cleaned. It was done swiftly, with a lot of apprehension because of the worry of him not smelling the same. A lot of water was used and very little soap. Or, well, as little soap as I could get away with for how icky he was.
It was a great success, and Arya never noticed anything different. In fact, she went right back to nomming his ears like nothing had changed. Then again, I think she’s too little to fully understand that something had happened to Bunny, but hey… I’m not gonna question it. I just need to remember to spot-clean his ears more often so I don’t have to do such a thorough cleaning again. Just a little bit when necessary.
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