Bring Me the Head of Moopie

The boys have countless stuffed animals and blankets. The most beloved of these is their cow blankets. It's a soft, furry blanket with a cow's head sewn onto it, kind of resembling a cow version of a bear skin rug. This is their security object, the thing they cry out for when they hurt physically, or when they need to sleep.

The head on Ian's cow blanket is starting to tear apart from the blanket. Even though the blankets are otherwise identical, I know this is Ian's because Tory insists and Ian accepts that he gets the broken one.

My mother visited us today, and as part of her grandmotherly duties she felt obligated to sew the ripped cow head back onto the blanket. Now Ian's cow blanket is good as new, and there's no worries the head will fall off and his blanket will break. Of course Ian was furious that his cow blanket had been repaired. "I don't want a fixed cow blanket," he cried as I shut his bedroom door tonight.