Oh, Sam's attachment to his yellow blanket. It feels dishonest letting the ratty thing keep the title of Yellow Blanks as it is no longer showing any shades of its once vibrant color. We try to sneak it into the wash as frequently as possible, but rarely is it gone long undetected. Sometimes we can talk him into letting us wash it without a fit, but those instances are few and far between. And now that he went from having a 2&1/2 hour nap a day to nothing? Yeah, volatile is a word that frequently comes to mind.
Short story, long? Yellow Blanks is nasty right now.
On the way to school yesterday, I hear Sam say, "Why is this long string on Yellow Blanks crunchy?" Alex visibly gagged and said, "Sam. ... When your blanket is crispy? It's time to wash it dude."
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