The best, ugliest blanket EVER.

Dear Ugly Blankie,

I love/hate you. Every time Kate touches you, she sucks on her two fingers.

Every time Kate touches you she is quiet and happy.

I have thrown you away four or five times.

I have changed my mind and fished you out because I know how much Kate loves you.

I told myself when Kate started Kindergarten the blanket will disappear. 

And yet, you are still here...

I don't know what to do about you ugly/lovely blankie.

Katey-Kate loves loves loves you.

And that is the only thing keeping you out of the trash...

For now.

Love, 

Kate's Mom

(AKA- the person who's put you in the washing machine at least a bajillion times.)