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