It's Monday! As any brained washed cult member does, I'm dutifully obeying Travis and posting a true story, displaying his new button and inviting ya'll to join us.
A couple weeks ago, I posted about my fear of losing Jonathan's yellow security blanket. You don't need to read that post to understand this one, but I'll give you
a link just in case you're interested.
Jonathan was three years old. We were in a Holiday Inn in Pennsylvania somewhere. Besides Scott, Joshua and Jonathan, we had nephew, Nick with us. We'd been all over the hotel that day for meals, a conference and in-door swimming. When we return to the room Jonathan asks, "Blankie?" (He'd only recently began talking.)
Me: What do you mean, "blankie?" Don't you have it?
Jonathan: No.
I looked up at Scott. He looked at me. We didn't have to say anything. The look of panic we exchanged said it all. Everyone scattered and began retracing our steps. The males divided up the hotel. I went out to the minivan and turned it upside down. I walked around the parking lot. We checked with the front desk.
An hour later we regrouped in the room and shared our lack of success. We dropped onto the two double beds in defeat; dreading the rest of the night and next couple days. Jonathan quietly observed the previous hour of desperation.
As we rolled around on the beds groaning, Jonathan calmly went to the night stand between the beds, pulled out the bottom drawer, whipped out his blanket, held it into the air and proclaimed in victory, "Here it is!"
We sat up, looked at each other in surprise and then turned to look at Jonathan smiling smugly. None of us could believe that we'd been pranked by a barely verbal three year old.
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