A couple of nights ago, Ken's mom sent a stuffed animal of his home with Talia. It was one that he received on his mission.
As we drove home, Talia asked him if she could sleep with it. He turned to me & quietly said, "I better be careful or it's going to become hers."
Then we heard her from the back seat: "I'm going to brush its fur every night with a Barbie hairbrush..."
I think it's already too late.