Just Fuhgeddaboudit Already!

I suspect I have a child with the proverbial memory of an elephant on my hands. I hope she forgets this!

She has had a cold the last couple of days, and last night wasn't feeling so great. Worse, she was picking at her ears. Bleh. Another ear infection will not be ideal. We were rummaging in a drawer in her room, digging up the Vicks and a thermometer when she spotted it. The object of comforting awesomeness.

An old pacifier.

Rubdown accomplished, we were moving into the living room for some snuggling and late-night TV staring when she says, ever-so-politely, "Can I please have the paci?" I feigned deafness. She repeated the request. I declined.

Le sigh. I hope she forgets its there until I get around  to tossing the damned thing. It's an infant one too so she wouldn't be able to use it anyway. Ah Gabs...