You can’t imagine how rough it is being a blanket in a big kid’s world. Last week, the younger son was assigned a big project. Mom and dad learned about the project yesterday. Today, the house was in a big hubbub about posters vs shadow-boxes, and how big a proper shadow-box should be if you want to display a proper solar system.

Dad lamented that timing allowed tossing the perfect materials to make all the planets, not to mention the covers inside and out. So Dad went to buy a poster and markers. Markers are not my friend.

Here I sit in the corner hiding the black and purple while the yellow has leaked all over my stuffie. And worst of all, I’ve had three close calls with the scissors and glue.

What’s a blanket to do? I think it’s time to wake my teddy. He’ll call for reinforcements. A couple cruise tickets and we’re outta here, baby.