Sometimes Moriah puts one of her dolls or stuffed animals in Benjamin's swing; and when she does that, I often do a double take as I walk past, seeing something in the swing but not recognizing it as Benjamin. And then I look again and realize, "Oh, it's just a doll," or whatever, and walk on.
Last evening was a little different. Benjamin was in the swing, snoozing so peacefully. I had even turned the swing off, and still he slept on. Every time I glanced over at him, I thought, "What a doll! What an adorable, gorgeous, perfect doll! But he's real, so it's even better than him being a doll!" :)