We've been pulling stuff out of closets marking it for a garage sale. Buddy was so cute yesterday afternoon. He was walking back to his room for a nap when he announced, "Mama, I think I am going to sell my blankie in the garage sale." Okay. He threw it in the pile. I made a mental note to grab it later. Last night on the way to bed, "Mama, I don't think I want to sell my blanket at the garage sale." Okay. You don't have to sell your blanket. "Maybe I will sell it when I am 5." Okay. I try to hide my smile. "You didn't already put a sticker on it, did you?" No. "That's good."
I know one thing, I sure would have missed the blanket. We've been friends a long time now. But like most things in this picture, the diaper, the pacifier, the sippy, at some point we will have to say goodbye.