Farewell Fine Friend

Today, while ironing, I realized my trusty spray bottle was broken. I had to go grocery shopping today, so I made a mental note to pick up a new one. Tonight, while putting away the last of the upstairs "groceries", I filled up the new bottle with water. Abbie was like, "wow, you got a new one?" ( For whatever reason both Abbie and Dylan are easily excited by stuff like this). I told her, "yep", and proceeded to throw the old one away. She went into the bathroom and looked at it and came out of the bathroom trying not to cry. She couldn't help herself and burst out whimpering, "I'm really going to miss the old one". I told her it was okay, it had a good life on my ironing board and now it was done. She couldn't get over it and kept crying. We decided that taking a picture of her with it would make her feel better. Now she has asked if it can stay in her room for awhile. I'm cool with that, so now all is well. I have always known that Abbie has a heart of gold, but I never thought she would become so attached to a spray bottle! That's my girl, always surprising me.