Objets d'Amour

J's objets d'amour: his toy racing cars from the movie 'Cars'.
He sleeps with them almost every night, tucked under his pillow to avoid painful pokes and bumps. E's so used to seeing him sleep with them that she'll actually go get them from his toy box and put them under the pillow for him. On occasion, he'll switch to something different like a new aeroplane, or dinosaurs (a very new interest). But invariably, he'll go back to have the same cars under his pillow again the next night.

E's objet d'amour: me.
She'll come calling out for me if I'm not in her line of vision for too long. I've taken to showering when she's taking a nap. On some days, I don't manage to - once she realises that she can't see me, she'll go running around the house looking for me. Eventually, she'll figure that I'm in the bathroom, and then it'll start. She'll bang on the door, calling out "Mama, Mama" most piteously. It sounds very traumatising for her. She'll be inconsolable until I appear, and then she doesn't even always need me to carry her. It's enough that she can see me.