Well, I am 87 and still have the teddy I was given by my Father's upper crust employed.(Dad was a groom to a very large house).
The poor old guy(who BTW doesn't have a name,just teddy,any suggestions?)
is now compltely bald and devoid of fur.His growl doesn't work, and his limb are very loos(despite attention from Nurse Elsie!) and his (glass) eyes have seen better days.
However,he still goes to bed with me every night,and Elsie is not at all jealous,even though sometimes he ends up between us!
He went through WW2 in my knpsack,and other guys in the regiment use to borrow him to cuddle if they were frightened of the bombing etc,but I always got him back.He even got past from hand to hand in the liberation of Bergen Belsen Concentration Camp,where the starved Jewish children hadn't seen toys for years.
So, I think your Sons dad needs to read this,and see HOW important a teddy CAN be to a boy and a man.
I wouldn't be without mine,anywhere~he always goes on holiday with us,much to the amusement of (most) customs officers!