I had to record this, just for posterity.
Notice how shiny and pink C's blanket was when she was a mere 2 months old. Little did my stepsister, Emily, know when she sent it that this "snuggly," as daycare calls these sorts of things, would become more important than any doll. Heck, more important than food.
Now it's a mere carcass of its former self. It looks as if it's been run over. Multiple times. If there were "Wanted" posters for blankets, this would be ... actually, it wouldn't even be on there. It would be "Unwanted."
But C loves it. She can't go anywhere without it. And although I cringe every time she asks for it, or brings it into bed with her and her clean clothes and sheets, I'm also not going to deny her something that obviously comforts her.
Unless it's crack. That, C, I will deny you.