Dear Kylan, you sleep every night like this. This is your "nigh, night." You refuse to have any other blanket on you and if you wake up in the middle of the night with another blanket on you we hear you yelling, "MOM!", at the top of your lungs for five minutes while you kick the blanket off and curl up under your nigh, night. It's so funny. You also like to chew on the ties so about half of them were missing and one whole side had come apart. Luckily Grandma Fielding sewed it up and Grandma Sitthichai put in all new ties.
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