First there was a yard sale where The Youngest found something that was right up his alley. He's into vampires, ghosts, skeletons, anything macabre really. He's weird. He's also heavily into Mickey Mouse and friends. So what does he find at a yardsale for .37 cents? A 12 inch tall Vampire Mickey!
Then, The Youngest sold his soul to the devil. We made an agreement. For his entire life he's been dependent on a pacifier. Over the past several months I've been helping him work towards getting off of it. Scaled down for a child, it's akin to an adult giving up cigarettes. His breathing quickens, his hands clench, his stress level soars and he starts shaking. It's been incredibly traumatic for him, but the "papper" has to go. It's disgusting and germy and I refuse to buy him another. He's past the age of consent here.
Don't think I've been heartless over it. It's been rough on all of us and watching him go through it has driven me to tears several times. It's heartbreaking to watch your child go through something like this.
But he made a big decision today. He decided (through some sneaky bribery on my part) to throw it away for a new toy. He went through this:
To get this:
A real milestone for the little guy.
