toddler stuff

So, here's what you do when your kid hits the 20-24 month age. You surreptitiously surround them with every kind of soft, attractive, 100% organic something 200 thread count open-work weave, child-sized blanket item imaginable so that when (and the odds are they will, although Boo didn't for some reason...) they decide they can't live without that particular strip of cloth 1) it's relatively presentable at least for the first few months, 2) it's fairly easy to drag around given that it's sized for a miniature person and 3) you know where you got it so when the time comes (and it will come) for the item in question to be forgotten on the bus you can find a replacement fairly easily. This, of course, presumes that you, not your toddler is in charge of this relationship which (I think we all know) is just plain faulty logic at best and a fact which, normally, I'm well aware of -- why then was I in any way surprised by my baby-girl's sudden fiercely possessive adoption of a stained, king-sized bath towel with neon crabs, a possessed looking dolphin and the words "Puerto Rico!" emblazoned across the mid-area that i think she found in either in the scrap fabric box or under her bed. {sigh} It's not so much a question of when will I be able to understand her and her tiny little choices but more when will I get that I'm not really supposed to...