I was lost. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My son had lost his favorite thing in the world, and I had no way of fixing it. I remembered seeing the same blanket at a store near by about a week ago, so the only thing I could think to do was to hurry up and get there before they closed to buy another blanket and hope Isaiah would like it. We got there as soon as we could, and the employees looked at us like we were crazy. I was in such a panic I was running through the store towards the baby section, and you could tell I had been crying. We went back to where we had seen it and go figure, nothing. Nothing even close to his blanket. We made them look in back and everything, they must have sold the last one just a couple of days before this all happened. We then went to the next closest store around. They didn’t have the same one but they had one close, it was just bigger. We bought it.

     One the way home my husband and I were trying to figure out how to break the news to Isaiah. I know he had watched everything happen, but I’m not sure he actually grasped the concept of his blanket being gone. We decided we would just tell him the truth, but I was so scared he wouldn’t like, I had my husband explain it to him. We got home and sat Isaiah down and told him he lost his blanket and we can not get it back. He looked horrified. Then we showed him what we had bought and told him it was okay since he is growing up so big he needed a big boy blanket. I have never seen his face quite light up like that before. Thank god he is at that age where he is ready to be a big boy and not a baby because he loves this blanket just as much as the other. Actually, I think he likes this one better. Good thing for big boy blankets!