M has to have a blanket at all times. She is not specific, usually, about which one as long as she has one. So the one that she has been toting around for the last 2 weeks was gross. I tried to take it from her the other day to wash it and she was having no part of it. I had all of her other blankies out so she could choose one, and she flat out told me that she wanted her filthy, nasty blankie. Greaaat.
Last night, after she was asleep, I snuck in to her room and took that nasty thing and put it in the wash. I replaced it with a nice clean blanket and called it a night. This morning we were watching Clifford the Big Red Dog together before going out to the bus when she exclaims "HEY! Mommy! This does NOT look like my nasty, filthy blanket!!"
I am so glad that I didn't have to pee, because I would have busted RIGHT THERE. I REALLY had to work at not cracking up. I gently ignored her and said "Oh LOOK M, they are roller skating!" She didn't budge. She stood there, blanket in hand, staring me down. She repeated that the blankie in hand was NOT her gross blankie. I again said "Look! Roller skating!"
She narrowed her eyes at me. I grabbed her and asked for a hug. She obliged and we started talking about roller skating, and off to school she went with her nice clean blankie!
Crisis averted. For now. :)
2 comments:
WELL... be happy you don't have a dog. ;)
Oh Stace. The whole time writing this post, all I could think of was the story of David and his blankie and the dog. It was Spangle, no? You gotta blog that story, it is hilarious. At least from our stand point. I imagine it was not so funny for David. LMAO. Or Spangle...
I cannot wait til you come here... Ima gonna email you about that..
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