Woobies are hereditary

As a baby, we frequently wrapped our son in his sister's Christening blanket because it was soft, knitted, cool, and didn't seem to bother his sensitive skin the way the other blankets did. Since then, it has remained a necessity. He sleeps with it, travels with it everywhere (although it stays in the car), takes it to daycare, and brings it to dinner. It has been swimming, made smores, flown on an airplane, and dragged through the dirt more times than I can count. It is frayed, has holes, and is no longer a bright shade of white. It's his "woobie".

I have been thinking about how to rid him of it, and even looked to Mr. Mom (1983) for advice.

http://youtu.be/t2-NFhEl-DM

But, that didn't work.

Then, last weekend, we were cleaning out the basement going through old boxes when we found this. The picture doesn't due it justice. My husband had stored away his favorite old t-shirt in the bottom of a box. It was faded, torn multiple times around the logo on the backside, and was so thin I could have used it for kleenex. Yet, he held it like a new born baby. Better yet, like our son holds his woobie.