We survived church binkie-free. That was nothing short of a miracle. The nursery leader returned a binkie that had apparently been left behind in nursery weeks ago. We endured some serious post-nap hysterics involving screaming and excessive amounts of whining. The conversation between the parents went something like this:
Dad: "What's his problem?"
Mom: "He wants his binkie."
Dad: "Why don't we just give it to him?"
Mom: "We're trying to wean him from it, remember?"
Dad: "Well, why is he screaming?"
Mom: "What did you think would happen if we took his binkie away?"
Dad: "I didn't think it would be this bad."
There was a moment where he waltzed in binkie in his mouth. Apparently, Sarah has been keeping one in her bedside table in case of emergency. Like Zach wakes her up in the middle of the night screaming his head off and no one comes to his rescue so she has to step in and take care of the situation emergency. Because in the almost two years that he has been arounde she has never once awakened during the middle of the night when he has. But just in case of emergency...I confiscated it asap.
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BTW, best post title you have ever had. Mostly because at the Blackfoot Broncadette reunion the current dance team danced to It's Raining Men - complete with umbrellas.
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