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Your blankie story reminds me of my sweetest ever little sister. I am #5 in the sibling order, and she is #6. Anyway, she had a security blanket just like you and your sister. I am almost 3 years older than she is, so of course, I was always older and wiser. 😎

Anyway, that blanket was in shreds by the time she was 7, and it went everywhere with her, except school. One summer, we went on a LONG tent camping car trip vacation, and space was limited in that station wagon. 6 kids, 2 parents, a large canvas tent, and camping supplies out the wazoo. No room for a shredded blanket.

However…my sis was crafty. She took out her tiny travel pillow, which had a pillowcase, and substituted her beloved blankie in the pillow’s place. No extra room needed, and she had her security with her! (You should’ve seen Mom & Dad’s faces when she pulled that blanket out from its hiding spot!)

Not a Christmas story, but definitely a blankie story. ;)

Sibling blankie story:

Our family was driving to Vermont to visit my aunt. We were in our station wagon & it had a back window that would roll down. No AC so we had the side windows & the back window down to get some airflow. We were also on a new stretch of interstate highway in Vermont - very little traffic & exits were very far apart, something like 20 miles.

My youngest brother was in the very back of the station wagon with his blue, very worn but still intact, blue blanket. I’m guessing he was about 2 at the time. Somehow, that blankie got sucked out the back window & he started screaming. By the time we figured out what had happened, we were too far down the road for dad to back up & retrieve it. Dad said he was NOT going back for it due to the distance. The screaming & tears continued, my little brother’s face got redder & redder - he was hysterical & inconsolable. Many miles down the road & at the first exit we came to after losing ‘blankie’, dad relented & turned around. After a long drive south back to an exit where we could get back on the road headed north & get to the spot where the blankie was lost, we finally spotted it. We were lucky it hadn’t blown off the road & out of sight. It was lying in the road & had a big black tire mark on it where a truck had run over it. My little brother didn’t care how dirty it was - he was exhausted from crying, but had a death grip on that blankie the rest of the trip.

When we finally got to my aunt’s, she & mom insisted blankie get a good wash. I can remember my little brother sitting in front of the dryer, waiting for it to come out. I can’t recall when he finally gave it up, but it certainly wasn’t on that VT trip!