I went out to buy some pacifiers the other day because my 1-year-old daughter Peony makes a sport of throwing out the nine I put in her crib each night, partly because she thinks it’s funny to watch me retrieve them for her roughly every seven minutes, but mostly because I think she senses she won’t have them forever and wants to test out how it’ll feel once they’re gone for good.
I imagine it’s not going to feel very good for her. And I reckon she also has an inkling that life without them won’t nearly as sweet as life with them, which is why I suspect she acts like Chicken Little when she realizes her toss-the-paci game isn’t really entertaining when it means she’s left herself with nothing to suck on.
Here’s how I foresee it will go when the binkies go bye-bye once and for all, which is likely somewhat akin to what a crack addict giving up the pipe goes through:
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