Baby used to be dazzlingly white. Then Ryan Hueter started loving on him.
Baby’s not white anymore.
The Slice asked for snapshots of mangy yet beloved stuffed animals. And Angie Hueter sent two of her son’s high-mileage bear.
One tiny picture shows the snow-white Baby shortly after an aunt presented the toy bruin to the North Side family before Ryan was born in April 2002.
The other shows the bear, a million hugs and a gallon of drool later, soaking in a plastic tub during one of its first baths. The color of the bath water calls to mind a stagnant bog. “Yuck,” said Ryan’s mom.
Baby used to be known as Night Night Bear. But after hearing countless conversations anticipating the arrival of his little sister, Ryan dubbed his loyal companion “Baby.”
“It is one loved bear,” said Angie Hueter. “If Ryan is hurt, he has to have it. If he’s sad, he has to have it. And he can’t sleep without it.”
Now this particular bear isn’t supposed to be washable. But Hueter felt that she had no choice. Baby had gotten so incredibly, uh, loved.
When Baby is returned to Ryan after washing and drying, the little boy picks him up by one ear and gives him the sniff test. At first, the lad seems puzzled. Something’s different.
“It’s as if he’s thinking ‘Who is this impostor?’ ” said Hueter.
But Ryan scrutinizes Baby and finally concludes that it is, after all, his trusted friend and confidant. And then off the two of them go to see what adventures the day holds in store.
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