#pacificiers

It's crazy how much you forget already.  I have a 9-year old and until I saw a kid contentedly sitting sucking on her pacifier today, I nearly forgot about THE BINKIE YEARS.

In our household the pacifier was called, "The Binkie."  And after some minor debate about whether such a device fit into our household, we had one.  We didn't use them to squash crying or shut the kid up, but little babies like to suck on things, thus the binkie.  

And we knew that this was a temporary time, and that binkies would eventually leave.  But when a binkie was needed, boy you better make sure there was a g-damned binkie available.  We'd find them deep under the couch, coated in hair and dust bunnies and give em a good rinse.  Good enough!  Sometimes I would find one in my backpack unexpectedly and it was like finding a dollar bill in your jeans' pocket on laundry day.  It put a spring in your step.

When we finally decided to wean her off the binkies, we decided not to buy any new binkies.  And thus began the frantic searches for 1 of the 4 binkies.  And then the frantic searches for one of the 2 binkies.  And then the search for The One True Binkie.