Family Files!

After dropping Marty off at the Orange Line this morning, I stopped to let a left-turner go in front of me. He just sat there, then waived on another left-turner positioned across from him. Then he just sat there some more, before finally turning. I said, “Go! Go! Go!” … and then, “Jesus!” Flora chimed in from the back seat, “Jesus is at Christmas time, Mommy.”

Flora likes to have two binkies … one in her mouth and one in her hand, the latter which she rubs under her nose. We are down to one “good” mouth binky (the orange Nuk) and two old nose binkies (a yellow Mam and a red Mam). The other morning, we couldn’t find the orange binky before school, so I said to Flora,”You’ll just have to take your red binky.” She replied, “No, that’s my sniffy one!”

This morning Flora had both binkies in the car at drop off. I said, “Let’s put this one [the red one] down here for later.” Flora said, “No, I need one more sniff!” So I handed it to her, she sniffed, then said with delight, “I took two sniffs!”

So yes, the moral of these stories are that binkies ARE just like cocaine, and my daughter is clearly an addict. Thank goodness Charley won’t even touch his!