“But you have your giraffe. It’s right here.”
“Noooooo. My other giraffe.”
“But… they’re both the same, honey. They’re identical.”
“No! The other giraffe, mommy! Want my other giraffe!”
I picked up his giraffe, went to the other room, put Giraffe #1 on the bed, picked up Giraffe #2 from the bed, went back into his room, and gave it to him.
“Thank you, mommy.”
If I could peer into the mind of a toddler and make sense of it, I would be a very rich woman.