People find comfort in many different things.  At the moment I find comfort in a good cup of tea, a familiar favourite book and strangely enough in silence (I have grown to love and even crave silence). As a child I found comfort in a cloth nappy, it went with me everywhere but especially to bed, there would be no sleep without blankie.

I thought Wrigglebot would chose out of his many stuffed toys one to be his special comfort go-everywhere toy, we even put a teddy into his bed to try and manufacture a relationship, however, this was not to be. Every night Wrigglebot insists on going to bed with a fistful of cars. Now these aren’t soft, furry cars these are hard and metallic matchbox cars and he can fit up to four in his little fists. There is no snuggling with them, no hugs for them, no burying his face in them. I don’t understand, it wouldn’t comfort me but often when I check on him before I go to bed I see him snuggled underneath the covers, one fist sticking out with a car still in his grasp.

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