Both boys have a love of blankets that barely rivals my own. I would get irritated, but I can't. I am hard pressed to buy 90% of the blankets I come across. Money and husband judgment being the only things that stop me. When Alex was younger, he had a herd of 4 blankets he kept status of at all times. Brownie, Bluey, and the two Elephant Blankeys. Now, given there were four, washing any one of them lent itself to a fairly easy process.
Sam? Not so much. He has a zillion blankets, but only one true favorite: Blank. It used to be a vibrant yellow and white plaid print and was given to Alex when he was a baby, but he never really took to it. Sam is obsessed. He goes no where without it; usually chewing on it. It is now difficult to discern where the yellow ends and the white begins. And while he likes his other blankets, he loses his ever loving mind when we have to wash Blank as the others are by no means a suitable substitute.
It took me a solid ten minutes to get him to leave the washer on Sunday afternoon. No joke.
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