This is "The Blankie." You know the one. The one you'd call on search and rescue 911 for if ever lost. I had an inkling of mothers' intuition that this final child of mine was going to be a Linus. (And he truly, truly is.) Before he could even sit up, he'd burrow into this one - and only this one - of all of his blankets. And thank goodness I acted on the prompting to run out and buy as many of these off the shelves that I could. A few months later, they were nowhere to be found.
Theme: Hidden Letters in Life: "Z"