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Two nights ago, my 4 year old son sleepily turned to me and said, "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to marry my cute little blanket."

Last night we couldn't find his cute little blanket so he used another one. After that pathetic attempt at sleeping, I'm thinking marrying a blanket is not such a bad idea.

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  1. CJ SimeJuly 6, 2009 at 7:37 AM

    That really is a sad looking blanket!

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  2. Lisa Page RosenbergJuly 6, 2009 at 8:36 AM

    I'm with your son.
    My cute little blanket is 6'4" and quite hairy. I married him.

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  3. ChristaJuly 6, 2009 at 8:40 AM

    my husband had a blanket when he was little, A lady made it for him and it was like 5 feet long. He would drag it around everywhere and it looked alot like that. His mom cut it in half one day and Chase has NEVER forgiven her for it. When we first got married he still had a corner of it tucked in his pillowcase, but I don't know where it is now.

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  4. JoanJuly 6, 2009 at 11:18 AM

    We all probably have a story like this. My son Shon's blankie looked exactly like this. We would cut a little piece of it off each day and after a few weeks it had just disappeared. He did get used to it being gone but it was gradual.

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  5. FoursonsJuly 6, 2009 at 6:22 PM

    That is a MUCH LOVED blanket! That much love deserves some marriage vows. Thanks for following, so excited to see that you've joined my madness!

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  6. FoursonsJuly 6, 2009 at 6:24 PM

    Crap, madness indeed. I know you joined, and I know I told you thanks after your vegetable garden blog. Forgive me- I have 4 children and little to no sleep. If it will help with the forgiveness I'll accept those vegetables C.O.D. at my doorstep.

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  7. KathrynJuly 9, 2009 at 10:12 AM

    We should have a sad blanky contest, we've got some good entries over here!

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