FRANKLIN could slide down a riverbank all by himself He could count by twos and tie his shoes He could even sleep alone as long as he had a goodnight story a goodnight hug a glass of water a night light and his blue blanket
In the beginning the blanket was big and soft and edged in satin But with all the snuggling and cuddling it now had holes in the middle and tatters along the edges Every year as Franklin got bigger his blue blanket got smaller
