Scene: our bed, 5 a.m.
Zoey: (whispering at the side of the bed) Mommy? Mommy?
Me: Mmmpff. What, sweetie?
Zoey: Mommy, I want to be two again. I don't want to be fwee (three).
Me: What? Why?
Zoey: Because. I just don't want to be fwee. I'm only two.
Me: No, Zoey, you're three. Do you want to get in bed with me?
Zoey: Yes...but I'm just two. (Snuggling in next to me.)
Me: Why don't you want to be three? Three means fun things! Like...like...singing in your Christmas program! And...getting your own library card! (I have no idea if this is true or not. But it sounded good, and grown-up, and better than 'you can start drinking coffee!' while in the moment.)
Zoey: I don't want to be fwee. I just want my binky back.
Saddest. Thing. Ever.
Last night, while she DID manage to nod off without aid of sucking on her fingers, she still was awake until almost 11 p.m. Which pretty much guarantees she'll be in a stellar mood all day today, especially for her three-year check up, which she has suddenly decided she wants no part of.
*sigh*
Do braces really cost that much? Does anybody know?
3 comments:
Poor thing, good luck today!
i'm telling you, there's no way to know whether or not the bink is that bad. i mean, mom took mine away and thought it was all well and good until i had to have all those braces, lip bumpers, and cross bars installed to get me to stop sucking my own tongue. on the bright side, it's making for some great blog entries. :D
I'm pretty confident my sister still has hers. For that matter she moved out 4 years ago and her room is just as she left it. I on the other hand was sent a box containing all of the pictures ever taken of me. So (although) I can't remember if I did ever get a Binky it was likely made of wood.
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