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Ladybug has many blankets. Many, MANY blankets and insists on sleeping with a pile of them. However, she does have a favorite after all. One side is yellow, with fairies and flowers, and the other side is a white background with brightly colored poka dots to match. But it's the edge that has made this particular blanket her favorite. All of Ladybug's blankets have the crocheted trim (otherwise she's not interested) but this yellow blanket was made with a soft yarn, rather than the usual crochet thread. She still loves her many other blankets and continually carries them around or holds them to her face, (she also tends to favor the pink with pandas) but yellow is her favorite.

May I submit evidence #1:

today I put the girls down for naps. I was tired and frustrated, they were cranky and whiny. So I plopped them in their beds and said good night. Ladybug laid down for two minutes, I imagine she felt around for her favorite and realizing it was missing, began to cry. I heard her as she opened her bedroom door, then ran back to her bed (having been told to stay there) and continued to wail for blanket. I found it, brought it to her and she prompted snuggled down with the edge pressed to her face and closed her eyes.

Evidence #2:

Daddy put her to bed tonight. She was pretty wound up still so I expected some resistance but tonight was exceptional. Since she wouldn't settle down or stay in her bed, daddy had tied her door shut (as we occasionally do as a training technique to get her to go to bed). Usually she cries for less than five minutes and will go to sleep. But tonight she continued to cry for at least fifteen. So I finally went in to see if I could get her to settle down. As soon as she saw me she begged for blanket. Despite the pile of blankets on her bed (at least seven), she was asking for yellow. So I went in search of it, found it and tucked her in again, this time clutching her beloved yellow. She cried a bit longer (now just too upset to settle down) and now has finally crashed. No doubt she's cuddled into a little ball, her knees tucked up under her, the mound of blankets snuggled around her and yellow, held tightly in her determined little fists and pressing the corner to her face.