Let's say you've been out of college a long time (okay, a really long time), and you go to this reunion (okay, it's a really big reunion. You know, the one where they hit you up for a lot of money).
My 5-year-old has a "Blankie." "He" is green. He is worn through. In another life, he was a washcloth. He has a very distinctive smell.
Here are the things not to do when a giant old tree falls over in a windstorm and crushes your Volvo SUV to smithereens (and it is pitch-black dark).