My in-laws sent my daughter a teddy bear for her birthday—when she pointed to its eye, I realized something was terribly wrong, and three days later, the police were at their door

box with a small fox stuffed animal inside.

She took it out carefully.

She looked at it.

Then she looked at me.

“Mommy…”

I stepped closer.

“Do you want me to check it?”

She nodded.

I examined the eyes, the seams, the tag, the belly, the paws. No battery. No hidden closures. Nothing concealed.

I handed it back to her.

“All clear.continue reading …