Tell Me Something

Today I accidentally hip-checked Buzz Lightyear on my way into the kitchen, knocking him off the toy bin and onto the floor. I was in a hurry to get to my coffee, so I callously walked by and muttered some sort of apology under my breath.
Twenty minutes, a clean kitchen, fed toddler and a few sips of coffee in me later, I stooped to pick him up. Then I tenderly stroked his cheek as I walked past to check my email. That's right. I tenderly stroked his cheek...the way I would if he were my children or husband...hmmmm....
Tell me something...do you think we've watched a little too much Toy Story around here?

Am I alone in my motherly affection toward my child's favorite toys? (I say toys because if I'm being truthful, this isn't the first time...I've been known to talk to her toys as well) Speak comfort to me, friends!