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Last night, just before bedtime, Sammy and I were searching for his blankie. We went down to the basement and looked all around, but couldn’t find it.

I told him, “Let’s pray to St. Anthony, then. ‘Tony, Tony, come around, something’s lost and can’t be found…. Sam’s blankie.’” (This is a prayer we say a lot around here when we lose something.)

As I headed up the stairs to go search another area of the house, I heard Sam behind me. “Tony, Tony! Where’s my blankie? You put it somewhere!!!”