Luke and I had a heart to heart conversation this evening while I was making dinner. He was sitting on the floor looking out the window at the dog and he asked me if tonight I could sew up "blankie". Blankie is his most favorite blanket in the entire world. He has loved it and carried it around for the last 3 years of his life. I told him that blankie might be beyond sewing...it is very ripped up and I have mended him (Luke refers to blankie as "him) many times...but the mending is just not working.
Luke rolled him up into a ball and hugged blankie and said "Mom...can blankies die?" I said "Well...they don't die. But they can get so worn out that they are just kind of done being a blanket". He looked sad and hugged it tighter. I told him he could keep blankie forever, even if he was ripped up. He finished the conversation by saying that he was never going to rip him ever again...because he is his friend. Sweet...
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aaaawwwww!!! this is so sweet! What a cutie you have! :)
one of my brothers had a bwankie and it was eventually just a little swatch but he carried it around everywhere...til I told him he was a baby, that ended the bwankie era.
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