I think: Oh my goodness, he's probably crying so hard it falls out of his mouth as he's leaning over the crib. How terribly traumatic.
Fast forward a few days as you picture me running in to retrieve it and give it back to him.
I mean, really, could you resist this face?
I'm starting to get suspicious though so today when I put him in his crib, I give him 3 binkies. Tres. Trois. Drei. I'm all smug 'cause I know he can't possibly "drop" all of them.
After a couple minutes, he starts wailing so I run up there and peak in his room. All three binkies on the floor....as well as his blanket. I've just been duped. Time for Commando Parenting.
I walk in and calmly hand him his blanket and three binkies as I sternly say, "No thank you Son! It is nap time!" I exit.
I watch through the door crack as he lays down and closes his eyes. He is asleep within minutes.
I would like to thank Danny Silk, Dr. Phil and my parents.....
*side note - this picture was not taken today. Anyone that knows me also knows that my tree is down on December 26th. That's another story altogether....
