Banky...Banky!

The guilt we feel as parents. It can only be described as heart-wrenching, overwhelming, sometimes silly...and thank the good Lord, easily forgotten by our children. Case in point: George and I had a rare, but welcome, night out last night courtesy of our friendly babysitter and almost-son-in-law E.J. He is so great with the boys and called us at 8:15 to let us know they were both happily asleep. E.J. did mention he had to rock Benjamin a few minutes to get him to sleep (which is highly unusual at home), but that he went to sleep fine. I found out the next morning why Benjamin couldn't fall asleep right away. When George brought him in to our room at 6:00 this morning, darling Benjamin just looked at me, looked at the blanket in his hand, then looked at me again and said "Banky!". Wrong blanket. It was the Evil Twin of the REAL Blankey. The one and only true "Banky" has satin edging. I found the real one hiding near the train table in the basement and once he had his pudgy little hands on it, Benjamin grabbed it, put it under his sweet little head, blissfully said "BA-nky"....and laid down on my bed for some well deserved rest. Ah, if only all our problems were so easy to fix as adults...