In today’s Dear Prudence, a letter writer wonders how to deal with her husband, who cannot handle the fact that one of his kids is really attached to her transitional object. He has even confiscated it from her!

Great move, genius. Now you have a crying kid who worries that her blankie is gonna die, and it’s all because you’re a miserable, insecure control freak at best and an abusive asshole at worst.

Try developing a functional sense of empathy, and give the kid back her blankie! This could end up being one of those memorable experiences that she’ll always, on some level, feel upset about. I’m not sure you can comprehend, though, how you may have justifiably earned your child’s lifelong mistrust and hostility because your head is jammed way too far up your own rectum for you to see anything but your own navel.

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