The Striped Ghost

So this wasn't that long ago, but seeing as how I can't remember all the other memories I WAS going to write about, you get to hear this story.

Vash hates the sun. Hates it. He's always saying "It's hot!" and telling me "EYE! EYE!" while pointing to his squinting eyes. For those of you who don't speak Vashese that means "It's in my eyes and it hurts!" So, we were given the gift of shade from a woman who works in Papa's office at my baby shower. Yep, she got us these super nice Eddie Bower sun shades that even roll up themselves when tugged on. After a long and grueling drive to Texas, Vash, in either anger, sleepy irrationality, or just plain toddlerdom, broke the sun shades. "Eye! Eye!" he screamed as he pulled them down and to pieces... The poor dead sunshades. Well, that's the back story. So now, we were on our way to Utah and Vash was being tormented by his mortal enemy. He wanted to sleep, but how could he? His eye! His eye! He cried and through a fit and I finally told him to cool it and threw a pink and white striped receiving blanket over his head. He promptly fell asleep. Every time I looked back at him, I couldn't help but laugh. Our little striped Ghost.