everything you know is wrong
So I found out something interesting today about Binkie, Jackson’s beloved blanket. Turns out “he” is actually a “she”.
“Mommy,” Jackson said, coming into my room this morning. “We need to wash Binkie. She’s all dirty.”
“Okay,” I told him. “I think we can–. Wait… what do you mean she?”
And yeah, he was dead serious. And yes, he insisted.
So now I still can’t wrap my mind around it because I’ve called the blanket “he” for three years…
I must reorder my life…
or at least my brain.
Oh why didn’t he love Pooh…