I'm not a teddy!!!

I drove my mum back 'home' today. My parents still stay in my childhood home and I don't go back very often so it is always a bit strange to go back.
My old room still has my name on the bedroom door and a few of my old possesions in it although it looks quite different from how I used to have it.

These well loved teddies were mine and when my dad used to tuck me in bed at night he used to count the teddies in bed with me and then count me. It is a well know family saying that I then used to say back to him...

"I'm not a teddy"!!!