Death of the "Bean"

Well, after much pestering from my mother-in-law, I am finally posting the death of the bean.
Indy and his "Bean" prior to death of Bean

I decided to be socially acceptable, and get Indy attatched to a teddy bear. I got tired of the exasperated looks and "tsk-tsks" from people when they saw Indy with his beloved "bean" in his mouth as he waddled around. And Bean was always getting lost, or peed on, or dug in the sandbox, and then I couldn't separate it from Indy's mouth to wash the nasties off. So, a few weeks ago, I sewed it to a bear. A very cute bear, I might add.
For hours Indy screamed, thrashing the bear around by the Bean, trying to rip his precious Bean off. He came crying to me because his Bean was stuck. The he did his usual scream, thrash, throw himself backwards off a chair onto the tile/roll/tantrum, which literally lasted for well over 3 hours. I think I started Blues Clues to calm him down. He did not take a nap that day.
By night time he was so tired he went down with the bear-bean. He now loves his affectionate pair, "Teddy and Bean," and doesn't sleep with the nasty rag in his mouth anymore. He also carries around a cute bear rather than a nasty rag. And Bean? I haven't even needed to wash it lately. No mud, oatmeal, or pee on it yet.