Score one for Hank. Every morning Hank and I engage in a battle over whether or not he gets to take his blankie into the bathtub with him or not. To appease him, I let him carry the blankie to the tub and then it sits outside waiting for him when he comes out. The other day, I ran out of the bathroom to grab Hank's towel, and when I came back, Hank had this smug look on his face and, sure enough, I looked down and saw that he'd snatched his blankie and was playing with it in the tub. Hank had a big grin on his face because he knew he'd gotten away with something but he sure wasn't happy when we had to wait for the blankie to finish drying in the dryer.