When you can’t find a single one of the hundreds of pacifiers you know must be somewhere in your house and your kid is reenacting that scene at the end of The Incredibles where Jack-Jack takes crazy to a super-sonic, fireball of fury level and there is only one pacifier left in the store in the one brand that your hysterical son will accept, then you buy it.
No. Matter. What. Color. It. Is.
Tell me you’ve done the same. Pictures would make my day!
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Not only do we not have a boy, but the Tongginator never, ever took a pacifier. All that to say… no pictures.
But she is super tough and sassy and she likes to wear a lot of pink, no? All that to say, I’ve already seen the pictures!
Yup. With butterflies. We have also sported pink mittens, and possibly snowpants. Because that’s what was there. Boy has no qualms about it either, much to the chagrine of his father.
Oh, I so hear you! My husband is constantly chagrined by my son’s love for princess stuff when he comes across it. But, I mean, who doesn’t love a glittery wand, eh?
Oh, Indy has definitely used some less-than-masculine pacifiers… because when you’re the third child (and the first boy, to boot) you take the pacifier your poor, frazzled mama can find (even when those are leftover from your two and nearly-four-year-old sisters).
We don’t have photos, but Indy has been known to use that very same pacifier… and another that’s purple.
That makes me feel soo much better! I knew we couldn’t be the only ones!
What a sweetie…and he doesn’t even know the difference in color lol.
I know, right? Why do we moms care about half the things we care about when our kids are so happily oblivious!