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When Hank was tiny and did something cute, kidless friends used to say “Oh! My dog does that. Not to compare your baby to my dog.” And then I’d say, “My child’s attachment object is a chew toy. We’re cool.”
This is Hank with Beebo, a rubber chicken we got one day when Hank insisted on stopping in to the neighborhood pet shop because he thought it was a toy store. Beebo squeaks when you squeeze him, and the squeak sounds remarkably like, Beeeeebooooow! or BEE-BOW!, depending on how forceful your affection. Beebo was the first toy Hank loved like a person. He refused to go anywhere without the rubber chicken, and I would occasionally look in the rearview mirror to find Hank gazing soulfully into Beebo’s eye nubbins, or rubbing Beebo’s plucked rubber body softly against his cheek.
Of course, Hank also slept with Beebo. I’d put him to bed, and then read in the quiet of the living room. Every half hour or so, I’d hear a sharp BEE! when Hank rolled over, and then a corresponding “Boooow” when he flipped back. Best baby monitor on record.
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When I was younger, I recieved a rubber chicken as a birthday present, and I carried it with me everywhere. Literally. The picture is really cute, and it made me think of my own memories.
Ha! I got a friend’s dog that Exact. Same. Toy. for Christmas last year (from Animal House, down on Fillmore — They’re the best, plug plug). The noise cracked me up, and probably drove her slowly mad.
I LOVE this story. I also love the t-shirt! Yeah brooklyn!
I’ve gotten on a laugh-cycle because of this and I can’t get off.
You totally get “Cool Mom” points for letting him keep it, too! Most moms I know would have snatched that dog toy back so fast…but I say, good enough for a dog, probably good enough for the kid: )
One of the kids I know picked out a rubber “shark-ez” for his souvenir of a beach trip. We didn’t realize Shark-ez “talked” until we started an 18 hour drive home. A couple of hours in, when we stopped for food, Daddy had a talk with Shark-ez, and he never spoke again!
We were given “Sophie the giraffe” when my daughter was born, which is basically a glorified doggie toy, just more expensive…Because she’s French.
He even loved chickens when he was tiny! I am surprised he didn’t name one of our farm chicken Beebow.
Aw. When I was little in Germany, my favorite Sesame Street character was Big Bird — but the German name for him is Bibo (pronounced bee-bow). Did they name Bibo after a rubber chicken??
I’ve been reading your blog for a while now and I have come to the conclusion that your kid is one of the coolest on the planet!
Hank looks adorable in this photo…what a darling, impish look he has!
Goodness. Look at that baby.
Why do you call us ‘team’?
I love this story, and Hank is wearing my neighborhood on a t-shirt, so that makes me love it even more!
You can not imagine the near-heart attack I just had reading about Beebo. My business is painting portraits of toys, and after ten zillion bears I would give my left eye to paint a rubber chicken.
Squeaky toys and baking soda scented poop bags – we do have a lot in common.
megan, I thought the same thing when we got a “Sophie.” And, hot damn, that girl gets around.
Eleanor and Hank would get along famously.
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