A couple weeks ago,
Anden's beloved
binky was temporarily misplaced. I figured this was a good time to finally permanently "lose" the dang thing. The kid is in fact 3 now right?! So rather than do the cute helium balloon ideas, give it to the garbage man ideas, etc, I took the easy route and just never "found" it. I figured in a few days he would forget about it.

Well, I now know that my child has super human memory powers. He still asks about it each and every day. I remind him each time that it's "lost" and he's a big kid now and doesn't need it anyway. (All while knowing full well it's smothered with cracker crumbs and receipts in the bottom trenches of my purse. I admittedly feel guilty each time.) My answer satisfies his sucking comfort quench and off he goes on his way until his next vulnerable moment of tiredness and then we repeat the same conversation.
This morning was a new experience. I was getting ready when he came downstairs into my bathroom. First he was thrown off by his horrible discovery that his toy basket was on the stairs filled with laundry instead of toys. He was mortified that I must have thrown away his toys. I quickly assured him that I had bought him a better toy basket and showed him that the precious toys hadn't been sacrificed. I saw the relief overcome him. Then 2 minutes later he turned to me with those big clear blue eyes and whimpered "I want my
binky...." I picked him up and hugged him and again explained the lost
binky scenario. He wasn't buying it today. So I figured, I'll use this as a "teaching moment". I then proceeded to lovingly tell him "Honey, Heavenly Father came and got your
binky because another little baby needed it more than you. We need to share with others that have less than us." He stared blankly at me for half a second and then crumbled, rushed into the closet, threw himself upon a heap of clothes and started sobbing..."Why would Heavenly Father
DO that to
ME??!!!"
So much for the charitable teaching moment.