Cozy Cozy Blanket
Cole loves his cozy cozy blanket. It's a thin synthetic duvet (the cheapest one at Ikea) with a cover of motorcycles and trucks. Even if I have to wash the cover, tears fall.
With this hot weather, Cozy cozy had to go away. Cole was waking up drenched in sweat. So Mark explained to Cole that Cozy Cozy went to the North Pole, where it is always cold, to keep Santa warm. I think he was trying to appeal to Cole's charitable nature. A few nights passed without incident, then a cool night came and I made the mistake of bringing Cozy Cozy back. Upon hearing we were in for another week of hot weather, Cozy Cozy disappeared this time and Cole hit the roof.
So, this morning, on June 16th, Cole was blessed with a phone call from the North Pole. Santa reassured Cole he'd return his blanket by this evening and that he'd get an extra prezzie this Christmas for being so thoughtful. My word, the things I never imagined that parenthood entailed.