“Mommy. No! That’s teddy’s blanket,” she whines to me. The blanket she is referring to is a striped burp cloth draped over my shoulder, which was indeed Teddy’s blanket last night. “It’s okay honey, Teddy said I could borrow it.” I have to tread lightly with this one because, Teddy is territorial of his belongings. “Noooooooo!” She wails, as the tears start streaming down her face.