In honour of my everlasting love for Teddy, I used to collect all things teddy bear; friends would give me Gund bears and teddy bear cards and such. I'm still a sucker for bears but I don't keep them on my bed anymore. (I did buy myself some Winnie the Pooh flannels which are my absolute favourite things to wear when I'm ailing.) I have to stop myself from buying anymore but my girlish self is still attracted to them. Frankly, I don't know if I could pass him down to a child of mine with all these new, talking, singing dolls and such, don't know if he would appeal to anyone but the child inside me.