I don’t share…

“Before you ask, your blanket is in my car,” my husband tells me as I sit on the couch and look around. He knows what I’m looking for…again.

“Take any other blanket,” I beg.

“We’re married. We share things.”

“Not things Ma makes me. Everything else, but not things Ma makes me. My blanket…blueberry dumplings…”

“Yeah, she had to make you let me have one of those. Wait…no…I didn’t get one until she gave me my own bowl!”

“I don’t share things Ma makes me,” I repeat unapologetically.

Now I’m just waiting for him to feel bad and go get MY blanket…

Blueberry Dumplings

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