One of my favorite toys as a wee one was a white stuffed bear with shiny black eyes and a pink sewn nose. My uncle gave him to me the day I was born, tucking him into the baby basket with me and saying “Here’s someone to be your bunky.” Of course, the name stuck. Now, 20+ years later Bunky is still around. His fur has been loved off, his nose has become threadbare from a few too many Eskimo kisses, but his eyes hold onto their shine. We had a million adventures together when I was small, including one with scissors and his tail. I had him on my bed as decor all through high school and college (in my dorm, yes). He was always the boss when I had to leave my room for the day, making sure the other toys didn’t step out of line or make too big a mess. He is still a watchful eye over my young son, albeit from a distance, as K would probably tear him apart.
