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And then she turned two years old, I was determined to ditch those germ riddled mute buttons, but then, you know… the rabid beaver. Nevermind. Let’s just say sassies are only for bedtime and we’d try again when she turned three.
Happy third birthday, Sophia Maria Banana Fo Fanna! Woot woot! Let’s give your sassies to the tiny babies who are so, so sad and need them! She’s mastered the art of raising an eyebrow while her eyes say, “Bitch, you be trippin.” Beavers. Are. Scary.
But then! But then, what if I had no control over the disappearance of the sassies? What if I could pass this parenting shit off on the “fairies” who scour freezers for sassies? (Yes, I kept the pacifiers in the freezer in the hopes that the freezing temps might kill the millions of germs after she’d swipe it off the floor of a public restroom.)
It’s now been a full week without a sassy at bedtime. I must say, she’s taking it better than I am. I had a small crying fit as “the fairies” tossed them all “to the babies.” I honestly felt like I was throwing away her babyhood. Sigh.
Anyway, here’s a video I took of her last night. The sassy subject came up because she was telling me the story of how the fairies took her sassies. And then when I went to record her, I had to prompt her. You can obviously tell that she’s thinking, “I JUST told you this, woman.”