My dad ran across this email that I sent him when Sam got rid of his blankey on his 4th birthday. It makes me laugh. He still will tell Emerson that he gave his blankey to a baby at my work. He still remembers and he wrote the letter below by himself--I typed it of course.
Dear Baby Emily,
Have a good time with my blankey. I am four years old & I don't need it anymore. When I get older I will need it back. I like to suck my thumb when I keep blankey. Please return it when you get older to Rowlett, Texas. Love, Sam
I am taking it to work with me tonight to give it to a "baby". Wish us luck. At the moment he is trying to wrap one of Emma's blankets up to send instead. It is all I can do not to laugh everytime I read the letter!
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