Kate and Aaron both slept with one stuffed toy. It was me who filled my bed with stuffed animals and slept around them when I was a kid. My favourite was a koala bear that my grandmother brought back from Tasmania for me. It was real kangaroo hide and I loved him until his fur was almost gone.
My brother stole him away from me once, insisted on sleeping with him, and then wet his bed. Mom couldn’t wash my koala because he was leather, so her advice was to let him sit on the windowsill and air out: “In time he will be less ‘whiffy'” she said. But he stank for years, so “Whiffy” was what I called him. I still have old “Whiff” in my china cabinet. He’s sweeter smelling, now, and still well loved.