You love your blankie. You have a deep deep love for this blankie that Grandma Barbara made for you before you were born. Now, you are a barfy kid. It is pretty gross, but we are used to it now.
In an effort to streamline the routine when you barf late night, Grandma made a back up blankie. That way, if original blankie was soaked in barf, and needed to hit the wash at 1am, we wouldn't need to stay up waiting for the wash to finish- we could throw the back up your way, and everyone is back to bed in 5 minutes or less.
So, flaw in the plan. While Daddy and I would never show you both blankies at the same time (and you were fooled); we didn't explain this whole thing to your sisters, who immediately showed you both at the same time.
Instantly you started to say, "blankie, other one." Now you need both freaking blankies to do anything.
Crap.
We still love you.
xoxo
mom
(blankie on the left in the photo, other one (newer and cleaner) on the right
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