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This afternoon, Pumpkin was sad because a toy had broken. You know those noise-makers that you blow at New Year's Eve, that unroll and roll back up and make noise? She'd gotten one of those at a birthday party and now it wouldn't work anymore. So she was upset and crying about it.
Suddenly Penguin, all on her own, comes toddling/running into the room and chucks at her... Pumpkin's very favoritest, best stuffed animal in the world. The one that she loves, and sleeps with, and holds when she's sad or nervous or scared.
Isn't that sweet?! Who says 17 month olds don't have any empathy?