Lesson learned

If your son sees you putting his treasured blanket into the washing machine, and you let him stand in front of the washer-window as it starts spinning and filling with soapy water, you will create a tantrum of seismic proportions. A tragic, horrible, screaming, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks, clawing at the window to rescue his blanket, tantrum. I'm pretty sure Cooper won't ever forgive me for washing his blanket while he was a witness. And really, I deserve it. To him, it was like I was drowning a puppy or something.