Missing Blankets Are Serious Business!
By Mama Non Grata on April 04, 2012
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[Editor's Note: My sons are both pretty attached to their blankies. We're pretty sure that shreds of blankie will make it to their college dorms someday. And once? I accidentally sent them to Grandma's house without a blankie -- for either of them. But hey, I didn't have to deal with it, now did I? Susan at Mama Non Grata recently had a "Blankiegate" issue on her hands and, I've got to be honest, I giggled. Not at the scenario -- missing blankets are serious business, yo -- but at her writing. How do you deal with missing lovies, whether they're blankets or bears or what have you? -Jenna]
To be honest, at first I — desperately and sneakily — offered him his brother’s yellow blanket, virtually indistinguishable — or so I tried to suggest — from his own, aside from colour and, well, the width of its satin borders. It was a cheap trick, and it was a stupid move on my part, too, because then of course Rowan had to get involved, which meant that I now had two kids with blankie issues on my hands, coupled with fast-disappearing patience. Which, combined with the tick-tick-tick-tick-tick of each passing second did not for a good combination make.
So I did what any self-respecting parent would do in the situation: I proposed cutting the yellow blankie in half so that they could each have part of it, with the idea that the child who deserved it more would protest and let the other one have it, at which point I would bestow it upon its true owner.