Linus Syndrome

I looked for opportunities all day yesterday, and one never came. I finally was able to sneak Brady's blankey away from him this morning while he ate breakfast. I shoved it in the washing machine for the two seconds that his attention was turned elsewhere.
An hour later I heard Brady making some very distraught noises. When I asked him what was wrong he said he couldn't find his blankey. I told him it was getting clean and was in the dryer. He spent the next 15 minutes, face down, on the kitchen floor moaning, "Oh my blankey, I need my blankey!"