The depths of dispair

There are few more traumatic days in our house than when it is Bubba washing day. All three of my kids are blanket babies. They each have a special blanket, they each love their special blanket, and they each need to know where their special blanket is at all times. Even if the blankets' locations are known, to make my kids happy, these blankets must also be easily accessable to them. Enter Blanket (Bubba) Washing Day. My kids are pretty rough on their Bubbas. The Knight especially likes to chew on his Bubba. This is fine I guess, but it sure makes for a stinky blanket after a few days. So today after catching a whiff of the Kinght's bubba, I distracted him and kidnapped the Bubba. It was not until Bubba was 1/2 way through the wash cycle that the Knight remembered Bubba and wanted him - NOW. The Prince apparently was not on my side today because he happily volunteered the Knight's Bubba's location. Well, the Knight threw a fit. He cried, he begged, he pleaded, and in the end he started hitting me to get his Bubba back. Well, after placating him with a Dora the Explorer, The Knight and his Bubba were reunited. I wish I could say that the Prince handles his Bubba getting washed better than the Knight, but that is just not the case. Sigh. At least the Bubbas are clean for now.