TIMWIF II

This edition of TIMWIF I know I will miss when I'm fifty. Although blankie kids bring to mind pictures of Linus of Charlie Brown, I can't help but love my own blankie kid. It's strange, but I'm kind of attached to it, too. For example, I don't even have to conciously think to remember to grab it when we go somewhere that happens to be over nap time or overnight. They just go together. Lily+blankie. Allow her to demonstrate the verb "rim-rim":