My parent's dog Rudy ate Jane's binki a few weeks ago. After some heart-breaking tears, Jane dealt with the matter very matter-of-factly really, by telling me every morning for at least a week afterwards (first thing, mind you) that "Rudy ated my binki." The subject came up frequently, but rarely with tears, we were quite impressed.
Since the binki was now officially lost, we came up with the idea of a "special" toy that Jane could take to bed with her every night. My favorites have been the washcloth, and now plush vegetable toys, e.g. a tomato, garlic cloves and a mushroom. Tonight Jane also requested carrots and lettuce to come and sleep with her. She often asks me if I would like to eat the garlic with her and tonight she wanted to sleep with the tomato under her back. Comfortable.
Haha - Katharine! I read 'binki' 4 times before realizing that it didn't say 'bikini'. Poor bikini-less Jane!!
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