My son has a deep love for his blanket.
As much as I tried to steer him towards one of the many blue blankets we had, he went for the only white blanket. It has nubs. It's not as "white" as it used to be. But it's probably his dearest treasure on earth.
Today when I pulled it out of the dryer, I casually left it in the laundry basket with his other clothes to see how long it would take him to see it. He was like an animal spotting it's prey, plotting the best way to retrieve it from the basket.... Continue reading ...
