Brothers

It is the Lag B'Omer teddy bears' picnic in nursery, and everyone is supposed to bring a teddy bear. J would like to take his "new" brother, Bingo, who is a plastic-sucker bath toy he's actually had since he was born but seems to have rediscovered yesterday. I have explained he's not a teddy bear. J doesn't care. We are still not laughing at Phartee. I had resorted to saying I'm a happy mummy, and I'm always laughing anyway (he doesn't buy this).