Blanket Story, coda

Remember that adorable story about how sweet my kid is and how he covered me with his blanket on Monday morning?

And remember how Steve tried to suggest that it might have been the dog?!

(If not, read them both here.)

(As if!)

Well, let’s return to Monday night, just around The Boy’s Bedtime, EDT.

“Dad, I can’t find my second blanket…”

(Did I mention he sleeps with 4 blankets? Even in the summer? I blame The Wife’s thin blood and the fact that he was manufactured and born in Florida.)

“Which one is the second one? The Steelers’ one?”


“It’s still on my bed from this morning…”

“…This morning?”

“Remember when mom took you to school so I could sleep in? Didn’t you put that blanket on me?”

“No… I think it must have been the dog.”

“Dammit, Steve!”


“Take your blanket and go to bed.”

~ Several Hours Earlier… ~

Me: “Did you see that picture I posted? How sweet is that? He covered me with his blanket!”

The Wife: “I think that was the dog.”

Me: “Oh shut up, it was not.”

~ Sigh… ~

It’s tough being the only romantic in a world full of Muggles…

I stayed at the office late last night, getting a bunch of things done, including getting The Wife registered for her last set of classes!!!!!!!

The Boy went to bed before I got home, and this morning The Wife took him to school so I could sleep in. (I usually take him every day, so this was A Big Deal to him…)

When I woke up, I discovered that The Boy had put one of his blankets [the Pittsburgh Steelers one, seen here] on me while I was asleep.

Sorry for exploding your uterus with his cuteness.

~ P.S ~

Turns out this story wasn’t what it seemed. Read the whole story here.