When he was little, Graham was a security-blanket kind of kiddo. His blue thermal blanket with silky trim was his constant reassuring companion.
He had a curious habit of soothing himself by stuffing portions of the blanket into his mouth as he fell asleep.

One day when he was about three, he threw the blanket over his head and declared happily, “I’m a ghost!!”
Then, for a moment, he got very quiet and I could hear him inhale deeply.
Then he declared with a touch of curiosity but just as much enthusiasm, “I’m a stinky ghost!!”