“Your blanket is all torn because it’s old.” “It is not old,” Jane said. “But it is old,” Jane’s mother said. “We bought it when you were born. And then we had to wash it lots of times. And we washed it and washed it, and now it is all worn out. Look, you have a nice new big blanket. You don’t need that old blanket. That old blanket is like a rag now, darling.”
