When Punk was about four months old he weened himself off of his binkie.
cry. sob.
sigh*
Hunk says that, "It's better that he is done with the binkie now versus having to take it away from him when he is three."
sob again.
I loved the binkie, it was a babysitter, comforter, and a quiet maker.
So how ecstatic was I when he found an new comfort toy?!
sob again. joyful sob.
I thought his comfort toy would be a blanket, a car, or a teddy bear. Nope, Punk carries around a little red bag that once had "coal" gum inside of it.
He has found a new best friend. I have received a few minutes of quiet time.
sob of joy.
smile.
*sigh*
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