Our kids have all loved their binkies, and none more than Mary. We’re pretty set on the notion that they give them up by age two, and I don’t remember it being too traumatic for anyone (have I just blocked out the memory?).
We decided to bite the bullet today, and I impulsively snipped off the tip of the current binkie. I had heard that this method often works — the child just decides the thing is “broken” and gives it up voluntarily. Mary actually thought it was pretty funny, this malformed pacifier. She stuck her finger in the newly-created hole, examined it thoroughly, and had a good giggle about it. Until naptime. There was weeping, there was wailing, there was gnashing of teeth. And Mary wasn’t very happy either.
So say a little prayer for us tonight (I mean that literally) — it’s going to be a long one…
P.S. What do you call a pacifier? We’ve always called it a binkie, which on second thought sounds a little too cute, but I’ve heard it called a “gug” which is fun to say. Some of the Canadians I’ve met call it a “soother” — doesn’t that sound pleasant?