The Winnie the Pooh Blankie is certainly becoming legendary in our home. Since its dragged around my house, its usually ratty and full of cat hair. When my son is tired, hungry or cranky he goes in search of his cherished blankie. (And its best for all involved if he finds it.) We occasionally go out and forget to bring blankie along. We pay the price usually on the ride home when he repeats over and over 'I need my blankie, please.'
He has a certain technique that involves finding the right 'spot' on the blanket and then clutching that spot to stroke his chin, lip or cheek. There is a scientific approach to how he arranges the blanket around him. Randomly pulling the blanket to his face is just not how its done.
Once in a blue moon, while trying to lull him to sleep, my son will reach over and rub the blankie on my face. Sure, its just a quiet gesture from a sleepy toddler but I can't help but feel honored. I mean really, if that doesn't scream 'I love you,' I don't know what does.
