It's a flag. . .

no. . .





it's Rebecca's blankie hanging like a flag.













Sunday we were taking down the old worn American flag and putting up another. I had the bright idea, since Becca brought her blankie outside, to hang it and let it fly like a flag. She loved the idea at first, but when I jokingly said okay it's time to go inside. . . tell blankie bye she freaked out on me. She was amazed though to see her blankie flying like a flag. We had lots of laughs about it and eventually lowered it back down to her. She was so excited and grabbed her blankie and squeezed it and said "I love blankie".