Grandpa Chaney used to call Mommy Linus when she was little because she couldn't go anywhere without her blankie (and actually ended up taking it on her honeymoon, but that's another story). She thinks I may have inherited this gene.
Recently, I've been very attached to my blankies, both of which used to be my daddy's when he was a baby. Thankfully I have two, or Mom wouldn't be able to get it out of my hands long enough to wash it.
Blankie and I on our way to run errands. What?! You think my attachment ends when I leave the house? Yeah, right.
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