Marvin is a precious little boy, sleeping contentedly on the couch in his PJ's. He has an infant blanket wrapped around him, and he clasps it tightly to his chest. His hair is messy, a shock of blond falling over his eyes, but he's so peaceful, so innocent, as he drifts off to sleep.

His breath is soft and steady, his tiny fingers clutching his blanket with all the fierce determination of a true baby. It's clear he has an attachment to this blanket, and who can blame him?