And I'm not talking about the binky which is film sound slang for a mixing top sheet, indicating the layout and content of pre-mixes. (random, I know, but hey you learned something ;) I'm talking about the pacifiers, nubbies, soothers, whatever you may call them, that my kids just can't seem to give up; and I'm forever looking for. I swear I have bought a million of these things but can't ever seem to find them when one of kids if jonesing for one. I think the binkies are ganging up with the girls' hairbows and the kids' socks and are all hiding together somewhere waiting for a chance to join our stuffed animal collection in a take-over.
I know, you are thinking...just take them away and don't give them back. I'm just not up for the battle right now. Maybe it will be a New Year's resolution...along with potty training and losing 10 pounds. All very painful.
In my perfect world, I invisioned my kids would never have binkies. But they would also never throw food or hit their sister either and always think their mommy is a genius. And, well, it's not a perfect world. If you wear a Santa hat with your binky it's not so bad.