"Mama, Bebe. Mama, Bebe!" Noah asks me over and over.
"Peeeees, Mama, Peeeees Bebe Mama" Noah pleads with me to give him his blanket
"I don't know where it is honey, why don't you go look for it" I respond
"Bebe, Where e e you?" He yells as he walks around the house with both arms up and head tilted sideways and an obvious expression of worry on his face. He is on an intense search for his Bebe.
"Noah, go look on Mommy and Daddy's bed" I say after some time
I guess he found his blanket