Security Piglet Pt. 1 - My Bedtime Baby

I christened her “Baby” when I first got her. Then, when I was two years old, our household underwent a dramatic change. A new, slightly less pigheaded baby came to town. My brother Sean never realized the havoc he wreaked. Forced to rename my cherished childhood companion, I chose what any toddler would: Pig Face.

Yes, you heard right. I chose Pig Face, not Miss Piggy from the Muppets as you might have assumed. Unfortunately, I can’t recall my reasoning for this choice, but I’m quite impressed with my two-year-old self. She looks like a baby, except that she has a pig face. Genius. The more practical explanation, I suppose, is that we didn’t have a TV, let alone cable, in our household until I was in kindergarten. I probably had no idea who Missy Piggy was.

The result was all the same. Pig Face became my bedtime companion – from childhood to adolescence to college. Now, I’m not one of those fanatic security-blanket types. I’ve spent nights without her. In fact, I didn’t even bring her to London last spring for fear that something would happen to her. But still, I like knowing I have one person I will always say goodnight to, night after night, year after year.