Dar Blue Dye,
I have tried being nice, but you are not welcome any longer in my home. Please, for the love of all that is holy, come out of the sheets and blankets you have attached yourself to. If you could just tell me how I may get you out, I will gladly do it. If I need to stand on my head and do a cartwheel, I will. I know you don't want to live your life attached to a blanket that belongs to a kid. I mean, really, have you thought about this? kid puke, kid pee, being dragged through the mud, being left in unknown places? Really, that's what you want? Maybe you could spread your beautiful blue dye to, oh I don't know, to some beautiful satin sheets that Queen Elizabeth sleeps on, wouldn't that be a better life?
Sncerely,
a very worn out frazzled mama.