Andrew loves his blanket, and I am thankful that I have two of them. I had just washed one of his blankets, and it was folded next to his door to be put away.
Andrew saw the clean blanket this morning and asked, "Can I have my clean bubba?"
I told him that his blanket wasn't dirty.
He said, "One week ago, I took it [my blanket] outside and got it in the mud. That's how my bubba got dirty."
Not true...but funny how his mind tried to rationalize his desire.
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