Growing up, my family nicknamed me Linus. I walked around everywhere with my blanket. It was stinky and ratty from being dragged across the playground, all through the house, and on every car trip. My blanket didn't leave my side, except for the times my mom had to wrestle it out of my hands to clean it. I can't remember how I gave up my blanket, but just the thought of it releases a calm throughout my body. Amazing how we can relate to our kids ...