Where Does She Get This Stuff?

The Vance is addicted to her pacifier.

We've long since managed to wean her off the bottle and toilet train her but have had more limited success when it comes to her "paci".

The rule, which we enforce very consistently, is that she is only able to use the paci when she sleeps but never during the day. (How and when we get her to give it up completely is still up in the air; I am confident that she will not be using one on her wedding night but can't pinpoint and end date short of that).

Last Shabbos morning, I was drinking my traditional cup of coffee before going to shul. I heard her little steps descending the stairs. But, rather than coming to the kitchen, she went to the den circumventing the kitchen by going through the living and dining rooms.

Being no fool, I realized that she was up to something.

I peaked my head into the den. She was lying on the couch with her blanket and paci.

She looked me in the eye, big smile on her face, and said, "Ima's gonna kill me!"