It all started when Trevor called to tell me one of his teeth just fell apart in his mouth. This was a little unnerving and got me to thinking about the other teeth in our family. This brought back all the guilt that I normally just push aside about Logan still having a binky at night. I had heard somewhere that a binky can mess up a kid's teeth too. Yikes!
So long story short, we gathered up all the binkies, put them in a ziplock and headed off to the store.
I did just what Katie told me to do. I convinced Logan that he could have the scooter and helmet he had been wanting for a while if he just traded his binkies in to the cashier. So he did. We marched up to the check-out stand and Logan handed over his binkies and Wha-La. That was that.
I think this was harder for me than it was for him. This is the end of his having anything baby left in him. (holding back a sob) I still have Samantha!
