Tuesday, September 30, 2008

How Not to Comfort My Son

Being sleepy and crabby, I brought Sam into his room, sat on the rocker, and offered him his beloved blankie. Upon receipt of the blankie, Sam pulled it up to his face, rubbed his cheek...and threw it on the floor. This was unusual as Sam loves his little 1/4 of a diaper cloth and enjoys rubbing it all over his face. When I bent down to pick up the offending article I discovered I had not given Sam his blankie. In fact, I had given him an old dirty sock. Sorry Sam.

2 comments:

Megan said...

What a discerning son you have. LOVE reading your blogs. Keep 'em coming!

Beck said...

Back in MY day, we'd TAKE that dirty sock, and we'd LIKE it!