This was Max's evening routine, when it was the time of evening where I would make a cuppa and sit to watch a bit of telly, he would go and get his blanket. Mayhem ensued when his brother would spot this, and steal if before hand

When we went away in the caravan, I packed two 'sooky' blankets, just in case one was lost

I really don't think my boy was stressed or bored, it was just something he liked to do, and I didn't stop him. Gave him some sort of comfort I assume, so why not. Bit like a child who sucks their thumb, plus i thought it was really cute! I kept his blankets on the bottom shelf of the airing cupboard, and when the door was open, I could feel him squeeze past my legs and get himself a clean one. Miss my boy.
