Binkies Are For Babies
Just like diapers, Ezra has declared that binkies are for babies. Ezra declared binkies are for babies yesterday while leaving preschool. He was putting a Matchbox sized car in the lost and found box and saw a binky inside. Ezra said to the teacher, ,,What’s the binky doing on the preschool side. Binkies are for babies. There’s no babies in preschool.” Ezra, the teacher and I smiled.
Later, as Ezra was recounting his day at preschool to -v-, Ezra mentioned finding a binky in the lost and found box at preschool. Then I reminded him that he said, ,,Binkies are for babies.” And then I reminded him he still had a binky, but he wasn’t a baby.
What happened was sort of unexpected. He wanted to give his binky to a baby and have no binky. And he didn’t want to wait. -v- and me did wait for it was night time and we waited for him to be sure because this was his last binky. And he was sure binkies, like diapers, were for babies. We asked him again if he was sure he wanted to deliver his only binky to the babies at his old playcare where there are only babies. (It should be noted that -v- had recently delivered to Ezra’s old playcare place a bunch of unused unpacked disposable diapers because Ezra wanted them out of the house because as he has said, ,,Diapers are for babies.”) So after Ezra was sure binkies are for babies, and after he said, ”I won’t fuss about it,” we created a plan to drive over to his old playcare and deliver the binky with a note from Ezra to the babies through the mail slot. -v- wrote the note. Ezra signed the note, and we drove to the playcare building, and Ezra delivered his binky to babies through the mail slot.
Then we went to a place called Swirl for frozen yogurt and fruit. There was no talk of binkies. We returned home late with no binky and a tired Ezra.
Ezra remained awake unable to sooth himself with binky to bed. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be calm. He wanted his binky. But he was not as mad as the last time he was convinced he needed to quit the binky. The last time we bought him a car transporter with a bunch of Matchbox cars inside to trade for his binky. That night he was screaming and shouting and crying and shouting, ”I WANT MY BINKY!” And he got it, and -v- and I got the car transporter full of matchbox cars. Last night, he whined a bit and rolled around in bed wanting mom near, but he didn’t scream and he didn’t cry through the night and he went to bed without his binky, which is a beginning to ending his addiction because binkies are for babies.