It was time for John to go to bed, but we looked around and his favorite blanket wasn't in his room. Kristi asked me to get it, because her knee is bothering her. John was busy throwing his orange ball all over the room.
I found the blanket in the living room and when I got to the door of John's room, I opened it a crack and stuck through just the little head of the dog. (John's blanket has a little dog's head in the middle of it, with flappy ears that John finds it soothing to run his fingers over.) I couldn't see John's face and Kristi couldn't see what John was looking at, but Kristi saw John break out into a big smile and suddenly someone ran to the door and snatched Blanky right out of my hands.
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