“Every night when I go to bed, I hold BB in my arms, like this,” she demonstrates. “But every night someone comes into my room, pulls BB out of my arms, and lays him next to me! Why? Why do you do that… DADDY?!”
We suggested an alternate hypothesis, that she relaxes her arms and the bear falls out, just next to her. But she isn’t buying it. She’s trying to figure out how to get proof of this nightly bear extraction conspiracy. And the deeper question of why.
We’ll get her a tinfoil hat for her birthday.