The day I was hoping would never come, is here.
I did it.
I took every pacifier i found and cut a slit into it.
(actually, Chad took the scissors to the last 2, even if it was because I forced him)
As she found them and tried them, she realized they were broke, called them "ucky," and tossed them into the trash and together we repeated the same phrase over and over, "you don't need those stinky pacies anyways!"
And now it is nap time.
And i can't remember why we are taking them away.
I know where one (or a dozen) are stashed.
Should i just give them to her?
She is so sad.
Chad won't answer his phone.
I bet he knows the sadness he will hear on the other end.
So what if she goes to kindergarten with a pacifier?
Happy with her pacie!
