Grandma Pat's Apron

When we went home the other week my Dad gave me this apron of my Mom's that he found. She used to wear it while painting her ceramics (very talented), it still has some paint markings on the front. Nathan took to it immediately and wore it all day, then insisted on wearing it over his jammies that evening. After he fell asleep we took it off and put him to bed. Well, at o' dark hours (2 or 3 am) he came in our room crying, "I need my blue thing Mommy, where's Grandma Pat's apron?" We couldn't believe he remembered having it on, and that was his only concern (he usually crawls in with us). We put it back on and he went right back to sleep...in his own bed. I just know that they are both heaven sent with some extra special Grandma magic in them.