Doctor

This morning, Hudson showed me that his beloved blankey has a hole in the corner.

Hudson: Mom, look at my blankey. It has a hole.

Me: Oh no! How did that happen?

Hudson: I don't know. It's broken. It needs to go to the doctor.

Hudson and his blanket went off to Linda's. This morning the hole was big enough for Hudson to fit his fist through. This evening, the hole is big enough for ME to fit my fist through. Yikes! We better figure out how to fix this hole before we are able to use his blankey as a hula hoop.

Anyone know how to fix a crocheted blanket?