My daughter had her blanket which is now in shreds, shoved in the top of her closet. My oldest son had his binky. He held that passie close by until the age of three, when he gained a big boy bed and was asked to give up his pacifier. My next boy had his bottle. I think he would still lay on our denim blue couch and suck down his milk through a bottle, given the opportunity. My youngest has a blankie - Blanketie. It is thread bare, and falling apart, passed down from my biggest mister, it is now almost 12 years old.
He is very particular about the temperature of his blanket. If someone accidentally sits on top of it for any length of time, he will complain that we made it hot. If Blanketie ends up outside, again, it is too hot for snuggling.
He has been known to put his blanket in the freezer to cool it down. Especially during the hotter months, this is a necessity. He oohs and ahhs over it's fresh, cold, feeling, and the bigger kids follow suit by sticking their pillows inside the freezer for a cool blast of air.
Since growing up without central air conditioning, I remember putting my pillow outside to make it cold. It would have never fit inside our small freezer. Falling asleep on hot nights was always easier when my pillow was cold. I get the whole hot blanket thing.
To help us stay cool, my parents also put a box fan in the window facing the outside. I could never understand how the fan was supposed to cool down the house when it was facing the outside. They claimed some scientific excuse, and I bought into the idea. My dad grew up in Missouri, so along with salting his watermelon, I chalked the idea up to a weird Missouri thing.
Last night we could not find Blanketie. My five year old cannot sleep without his trusty companion, Blanketie. We searched everywhere, including the car and backyard. Finally he leaped from his bed and ran to the kitchen. I heard the freezer door open as he shouted, "Now I remember. Here he is!" Blanketie was safely tucked inside the freezer, avoiding "hot blanket" syndrome.