it's important to know where your towel is

Simone's flowered washcloth, Towel, has been figuring more and more prominently in her life. She uses it for so many different things. We play tea party on it. We play peekaboo with it. We clean up with it. We can't help making lots of allusions to Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy about it. It's just nice to have "Towel" around.

We accidently left it at grandma's house and she was distressed. She made do with Ro's rocket washcloth for a few days until we could get it back. She survived but rocket washcloth wasn't nearly as good as her towel, which has flowers on it. When she can't find it now, she always says "Towel! Wash!", which means is my towel in the washing machine. Sadly, we lost Towel on Tuesday in a grocery store parking lot. I think it fell out of the car. So, Sim returned to rocket towel but it's not real Towel. But, Grammy came to the rescue and we received a butterfly washcloth of similar color scheme in the mail. She seems to like it but it's not quite as wonderful to her as the original.

Recently, Sim was flipping through a picture book from the library and found a drawing of a boy wiping his face with handkerchief or cloth. She was beside herself and ran over to me carrying the book and her towel and pointing at the picture shrieking "TOWEL! TOWEL! TOWEL!". She was so happy to see someone else who shared her enthusiasm for towels. he he.