Tuesday, September 9, 2008


This is "Blankie," who is practically a member of the family. Isaac and Blankie are inseparable. When Blankie has to be washed, major meltdowns ensue. Once, when I put Blankie in the hamper, Isaac snuck into the laundry room every five minutes to be with it. When I asked him what he was doing in there, he said: "I just want to pet him." Yes, for as long as I can remember, Blankie has been a boy. Which is why I was surprised when Isaac approached me last week and said:

Isaac: Can Blankie come with me to my friend's house?

Mom: No, Blankie needs to stay here.

Isaac: Will you babysit Blankie while I'm gone?

Mom: Blankie doesn't really need a babysitter. How about Blankie take a nap?

Isaac: No!!! SHE doesn't like to take naps!

Mom: Wait a minute - since when is Blankie a girl?

Isaac (smirking): Sssssss. (His standard response to a question when he's being shy or he doesn't know the answer.)

Mom: How do you know Blankie is a girl?

Isaac (rolling his eyes and sighing like this is the most obvious thing in the world): Because she doesn't have any hair!

Sometimes I wonder why I continue to ask these kinds of questions.


Leah Marie said...

What, that doesn't make sense to you? I totally get it... ;-)

nikki said...

that is hilarious! my son has a blankie too and I totally understand the drama. i have never asked about it's gender. That gives me an idea ;)

Tiffany said...

What are you saying about having a blankie? I still have mine. It goes right next to the stuffed lamb to help me sleep :o)