About a week ago, we decided to take away Zed's pacifier. We didn't want the only child at the Senior Prom with a pimped-out binky stuck in his mouth.
But we didn't totally take his pacifier away; he's just not allowed to have one during waking hours. He gets it right before bedtime and naptime (next week, that comes to an end as well). Cold turkey is tough on junkies.
I keep an emergency pacifier in either my shirt pocket or my back pocket during the day. In case he falls, throws a fit, etc. and my singing won't soothe him, I have the pacifier as a backup plan. While I haven't had to use it yet, he knows it is there.
And therein lies the problem.
He knows it is there. And every once in a while, he'll want it. And he goes searching for it.
He'll start patting me down, feeling my shirt pocket. If there's nothing there, he'll move on to the pockets of my pants. It's like I'm being frisked before heading off to jail.
But sometimes he gets a little too overzealous during his search. He'll start pinching instead of merely patting me down. And sometimes he pinches, um, something he shouldn't. I'll be standing around and he'll run up to me and pinch me there. Then I'm the one in need of a pacifier.
I need to nip this in the bud before he nips me to a nub.
And because I've had this damn song stuck in my head all day, I thought it was only polite to return the favor:
Song of the day: Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne
Feelin' Frisky
