My in-laws sent my 6-year-old daughter a cute brown teddy bear for her birthday. She smiled for a second, then suddenly froze and asked, “Mommy, what is it?

keeping my voice steady, “go help Daddy put candles on the cake.”

She frowned. “Is it broken?”

“Maybe,” I said. “I’ll check it.”

Daniel looked over from the kitchen, saw my face, and immediately walked toward me. I turned the bear over in my hands. There was a seam along the back, but near the battery compartment, I felt something solid. Not a music continue reading …