Every few weeks Seamus becomes obsessed with a particular toy of his. Usually it’s something small that he can hide in his hand all day, and he carries it everywhere. He dines with it, baths with it, watches cartoons with it, takes it with us on outings, and at night I have to tuck whatever toy it is into a little mama-made bed on top of his dresser where he can see it from his own bed. When he wakes in the morning the toy is the first thing for which he asks. When we first moved to Bayonne, he was obsessed with the Sesame Street character, Prairie Dawn. Then it became Grover, and then one of my nesting dolls. For awhile the object of his affection was a small plastic pig, and now it’s Mr. Tim. Mr. Tim is a gray horse with silver horseshoes. Seamus has had him forever. We bought him back in Tennessee at Toys R Us, and Seamus never really paid much attention to him until lately. As I write this, Seamus and Mr. Tim are napping together. Mr. Tim is on top of the dresser, covered by a yellow washcloth. Seamus started carrying Mr. Tim around last week, and feeding him bites of his PB & J and giving him sips of his milk. When I asked him what he wanted to name his horse, he said Teeeeeeem. Ever since, I’ve been calling him Mr. Tim and singing the Mr. Ed song to him. Seamus loves this song. When he tries to sing it with me, his mouth moves but no sound comes out.