I wanted to tell my quilting family about my son's quilt request when he was 3 years old.
Andrew, the youngest of four (all sisters) was in a fabric shop with me one day and was looking at all the new novelty fabric. His favorite thing in the world at that time were "trucks and trains and cars" in that order. He found a bolt of fabric that had loaders, graders, bulldozers, you name it. He comes across the store with this huge bolt of fabric in his arms and says, "Mama, can you quilt me this?" The fabric was expensive even for that time, $7.95 a yard. I just could not say no. I bought one yard of the fabric and quilted it to a soft piece of berber polar fleece. It became his truck/nap blanket that he dragged around the house and slept with every night. I found it in the cellar the other day, discarded by my big boy, now 16. I hugged it and washed it, putting it away for his son (or daughter)to play with. I miss my little boy with his truck blanket.