Alternate Title: Growing Up Is Painful
Tavis is my scattered brained child that would lose his head if it wasn't attached - you know what I mean! The dog has chewed many things, but somehow has not gotten to this. Until today.
I caught Omar in my office (if you are missing something that might have been chewed by the dog, look in my office), shredding Tavis blanket. I wanted to cry... But I just called Tavis, faced him toward my office and left. Tavis grabbed the blanket, or what was left and ran to his bed to have a good cry. There might have been some kicking and screaming toward the dog, but I would hate to confess that.
Then Tavis and Daddy had a little pep talk. And now, Tavis has no blanket. Makes me teary. A new era in motherhood. A new era in his childhood.
But I know he still has the biggest piece he could find tucked under his pillow to rub when needed. And I get an odd sense of relief from that.