From the moment I lift her from her crib, Anna clings to her beloved blankie and drags it all over the house. At the first sign of distraction, I hide it under my shirt and sneak it out of her sight. She is none the wiser.
On the way back to her crib, shirt stuffed with blankie, I passed Doug, whose eyes fell on my stomach. For a moment, he froze.
When he finally came to, he deemed it the worst flashback he’s had since 1991.