Monday, June 4, 2012
Sharing makes sister happy
Last night, as we were getting ready for bed, I noticed the tip of it was almost chewed off. We've run through our supply so had no reservists to call into active duty. I had three options: let it go, and hope she didn't chew it off in the middle of the night which could lead to a choking hazard; take it away, and be subjected to long bouts of screaming; or tear off the end and see what happened.
I chose to tear off the end.
She immediately started sobbing and wailing. "PINK BINK BOO BOO!" I carried her into bed, fighting her the whole way as she thrashed about. I set her down, and she stood right up, continuing to let me know what was wrong. Julia called for me to bring the bink back.
As I entered the changing room, she was smiling. Hadley was sitting there holding her own green bink, saying "Geen bink, Bynne."
I exchanged binks with her, took the green one to Brynne, and the world was once again right.
Hadley took the pink bink to bed and just held it in her hand as she usually does with the green one.
Both girls dropped off to sleep with no fussing and the slept soundly.
Everything was wonderful - until this morning.
When I got them out of bed and turned on the lights, Brynne erupted. In the dark room she had not realized the switcharoo, or had forgotten about it. As soon as she saw herself holding the green bink, she wanted her pink one.
Hadley swapped with her gladly. But then she noticed the damaged pink bink in her hand and went ape shit.
I assured her the situation would be rectified before bed tonight, and that seemed to appease her a bit, but not completely.
Looks like I'm off to Target today to get another replacement, and a back up or twelve. Someday soon she'll be done with them, but until that day comes, we'll keep replacing the destroyed binks as necessary.