Linus had his security blanket, Mommy had her kitty blanket. A dear saint in the church (Mildred Pickle) made Mommy a kitty blanket when she was an infant - it is one of Mommy's most treasured possessions even though it's quite worn from the years. Everyone knows you can mess with most anything in the house but Mommy's childhood blanket - everyone but Baby Bella, that is. I turned around this morning and discovered that Baby Bella had pulled Mommy's blanket down while I was making up the bed. There she sat, smug smile in tow, desecrating a historical item that belongs in the Smithsonian.
Is nothing sacred anymore? Not for an eight month old.
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