Then, he found my other two bears. He was in heaven. His newest sentence: "More bears!" The bears, or berrs as he calls them, have to do everything he does. If he eats breakfast, they eat breakfast. If he watches TV, they watch TV. If he gets dressed, they get dressed.
This morning he was throwing a fit. He would point to his feet, which I had just put socks on and then would point to his bears' feet. I finally figured out what he wanted.