When his blankie wasn't in his cubby, we had to call in the crisis management team.
When the crisis management team (a.k.a. his teacher) couldn't locate the blankie in all of daycare land, we knew we were in for a long weekend.
Every night he would start to cry and say, "I just can't take it anymore."
I wonder where he got that.
Honestly, I was having my own little breakdown as well. He's had this blanket since he was born and I just couldn't handle the thought of it being gone forever.
And I'm not even sentimental. I'm the one who throws away everything, but I guess it's because he's my baby. And I know I won't be having another baby. I don't know.
So every night I would tell him the same thing - I'm sure whoever has your blankie will bring it back to school on Monday.
Monday came and went. No blankie.
And to make matters worse, he only goes to school MWF in the summer, so we had to wait until Wednesday to see if anyone would bring it back. His new teacher said she would ask all of the parents and even send a note home. If that didn't work, I was determined to get the phone numbers of all the kids in his class and call them myself.
This is what I found when I picked him up from school on Wednesday.
There is nothing sweeter.