Caterpillar's in, Birdy's out

Ah, the fickleness of young Zoe love.

Until recently, it was all about Birdy. Conversations at all hours of the day and night with his little purple self. The constant jingle jangle of his little bell.

And then all of the sudden

*WHAM*

in waltzes Mr. Caterpillar and Birdy can't even get the time of day from Zoe. She literally wraps her little six-month-old-baby arm around Mr. Caterpillar in the crib. And she's just crazy about his little red nose and his orange antennae.


So the question is: Do I have a moral responsibility to warn Mr. Caterpillar about my daughter's mercurial affections, or is this the kind of lesson that a stuffed animal just has to learn for himself?