Saturday, November 05, 2005
Jane mumbled something to me today with her binkie plugged in her mouth.
“What?” I said.
“What are you saying to me, I can hear you with that binkie in you mouth!”
“muu watthcch sopp popo ong.”
This was much more frustrating than anything I have had to deal with as a mother. (well almost, besides constipation) Both my girls (and ollie, for that matter) are hooked to the binkie. They rely on them like a hard drug. Claire needs to have one to produce a poop, and Jane needs hers when she is worn-out or on edge. Sometimes I contentedly give them to the girls in hope for a moments rest.
I could tell Jane wanted something, but was not willing to take the binkie out to talk.
After almost 10 minutes of this mumbo jumbo from Jane, Claire walked into the laundry room and casually said to me
“She wants you to sing the spoon full of sugar song from Mary Poppins”
Then she walked out of the room.
I glanced at Jane who was smiling through her fuchsia plug. Does Claire know the ancient language of pacifier talk? How was this possible? So I began…
“In every job that must be done there is an element of fun, you find the fun and snap the jobs a game….”