UsurperPosted: May 19, 2011 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys 4 Comments
The Bwun has stolen.
I may have mentioned this before – a few months ago, the Bwun “borrowed” my favorite blanket, and has now officially claimed it as his own.
It started out innocently enough. He thought it would be a fun blanket to bundle up in. He was right: it’s an enormous blanket, easily covering my queen-sized bed. Then he wanted to be tucked into bed with it at night. I figured I’d eventually get it back, but the Bwun formed an attachment to it. When I put it in the wash one day (I made sure to take him with me, have him put the soap in and shut the lid, etc.), he ran through the house sobbing. “Where’s my big blanket?”
This may sound like typical little-kid fare, but the Bwun has never taken an interest in any specific toy, blanket, or other item. The blanket goes all around our house, though, and quite frankly it’s amusing to watch the Bwun struggle to drag it down the hallway. He loves that thing.
I did, too.
Good thing I also love the Bwun.
I laughed when I read that part about him running around the house looking for the blanket. I totally remember that. I’m surprised you didn’t mention that the blanket also becomes a fort and train.
And a boat!
Oh, that totally reminded me of Scott when he was little. But Scott’s blanket was a baby blanket that Aunt Becky made him and it had lace around the outside (which I re-attached multiple times). He would say, “I’m lacing my face,” as he stroked the lace across his cheek. Eventually we made him a placemat-size copy that he could take in the car. But I drew the line at taking it to stores, church, etc.
When we do laundry at my in-laws, Liam will try and grab his blanket as we transfer wet things from the washer to the dryer. When we start the dryer, he stands with his hand against the dryer door for awhile before accepting that blanket is temporarily gone.