Every week or so, we gather all Owen’s burp cloths (burpies, his security blankets) to wash them. When they come out of the dryer, it’s a burpie explosion…and consequent burpie heaven when Owen sees ALL OF THEM together. He rolls in them, grabs them, buries his face in them, whips them across the room, and will not let us actually keep any of them folded in a pile.
