A tale of two woobies

As many of you know, the boys are very serious about their woobies (I love incidentally that they unthinkingly call them this, which we took from Mr. Mom). Jamie has had his woobie since he was 1 and it is really a miracle that it has never been lost because we would have no idea how to replace it. He had made some noises last year about not needing it when he was 7, but he doesn't seem inclined to retire. He keeps it at home now though, even when we travel. Instead he brings his stuffed spotted leopard, "Spotty," who he says likes to go on adventures.

Connor has had his "woobie" since it was given to him as a newborn. I put it in quotes because in fact his woobie has been a bit like the Dread Pirate Roberts or Menudo: a slot to filled by successive individuals. A few weeks ago he took the woobie somewhere and it just disappeared. Fortunately, we know very well where to get another one, having replaced it, by my count, four times already. The folks at the store were impressed by this and asked where we'd lost them. As best I can figure it was 1) a rest stop in Tennessee 2) the doctor's office 3)Bed bath and beyond and 4) Jamie's school. So now we're on woobies 5 and 6, having bought a backup. Happily Connor doesn't seem to mind the switch. Except that he likes to have both now, which may end up defeating the spare strategy.