I have something of a love/ hate relationship with dummies.
On the one hand they are ugly lumps of plastic that are
going to make my girls talk like Daffy Duck.
On the other hand there’s quiet ... and sanity; both
compelling reasons to make your peace with your children talking like Daffy
Duck.
Recently we mislaid Olive’s dummy and I offered to
buy Esme any treat she wanted, anything in the whole wide world, if she let Miss Olive have use of her dummy overnight.
She lasted 2 hours.
Then we entered a period of feverish negotiation where the
baby was wailing, I was begging and Esme was giving us both the shark eye.
It was pretty brutal.
Luckily a spare dummy was found under a car seat.
Thick with
dust and smelling slightly of cheese it wasn't something I would imagine giving
to my child, but it’s amazing how much you can ignore your personal standards
when the alternative is a rabid spitting, toddler.
Miss Olive clearly took note of Esme’s lack of sharing
because in the brutal world of toddler justice, revenge is clearly a dish best served
cold.
Haha, when my kids were younger they always needed "payback". You could see the cogs turning in their brains waiting for the opportunity... kids are great :)
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