Liam wants a doll, Liam wants a doll

When I was little, there was a song off of the "Free to Be You and Me" soundtrack that was called, "William wants a Doll", and it was all about exactly what the title says - William wanted a doll. All the other little boys around him wanted bats and balls and trucks, but William wanted a doll that he could love and hug and hold.  And ultimately his brilliant grandmother bought him a doll, against his shortsighted parents' wishes.  She gave him what he wanted and taught him it was okay to be a nurturer and a boy at the same time.
When Micah was little, we let him pick his own stuffed animal from Disney World that was his very own.  He picked Mickey and still loves his Mickey.  While we were there with Aunt Heidi a couple of weeks ago, we let Liam pick a stuffed animal.  He picked this pleather Buzz Lightyear doll.  I was opposed to him getting it - not because it was a doll, but because it was pleather, and I thought that he should have something soft and squishy.
Early this week, Liam would not stop biting the fuzz off his fuzzy blankie that he had to sleep with each night.  It was time to make the transition to a stuffed animal.  What did I ask Tim to get him?  The pleather Buzz Lightyear.  Because our Liam, like the William in the song, deserves to have the toy of his choice to love and hug and hold.  Or, in the case of this picture, watch over him to make sure he eats his sloppy joe and corn.