It was my nap time and my trusty old passy broke. It tasted funny and felt weird and Mom looked and it and said, "Oooh, bye-bye passy." And then she couldn't find my other one. "Ok, Ben, you are going to need to take your nap without your passy."
WHAT?!? What is nap without a passy? I can't do it Mom. I explained this to her for quite a while during which she rudely exited the room and let me go on.
Finally she broke and came back in the room and started looking under everything. Whew! She found my other passy under a pile of blankets at the end of my bed. I had a nice nap.
When I woke up I heard her telling Dad, "It would be a good time to take it away but I just don't have the guts. I am not ready to lose sleep over this." Dad agreed and sent Mom to the store to get me a new passy. But I have to wonder....Do they mean to take it away someday? How will I sleep?
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Oooh. That's bad. I mean, I remember when my parents talked about Taking Away the Bottle and I was terrified. Didn't think I'd sleep another night for the rest of my (shortened) life. But it turned out okay: they were wimpy and just substituted a sippy cup instead. I carefully avoid sparking any conversations about this cup... assuming they do their duty and give me the Blue One the Blue One Nononono Not The Yellow One I Do NOT Like the Yellow One...
Hang in there, buddy.
-- Stuart.
My parents thought they could get away without hooking me on the pacifier, but when I threatened to show a predilection for my thumb instead, they relented and gave me a very nice red pacifier which tastes pretty good. They said something about how it was better to have an addiction they could control. They also said it was only going to be used as a last resort, but I figured out that I can get it whenever I want to by either crying in church or making a beeline for my thumb. If you start making noise in a quiet place, what other choice do they have??
~Jane Victoria
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