Cracked and broken, but still dearly loved
Your precious binkies were missing last night at bedtime. When I finally found them (in the basement, in the fort, under a blanket, mixed in with a pile of 3-inch princesses) I delivered them to your room where you were howling into the crack under your door.
Mama: "Lucy, I'm not going on any more binky hunts. You are old enough to sleep without them. If you want to keep them, you need to take care of them and keep them safe. Do you understand?"
Lucy: "Ok mama, I promise. I won't let any coyotes get them."
Hm.
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