My grandson, little Charlie, had a rough week. He lost his best friend, comforter, and companion. His beloved binkie. His older brother took it upon himself to cut the end of it off. Could it be possible that he heard his grandma and mom talking about that very thing? It was the last binkie they had, and it really was time.
Charlie...Binkie...Now! has been an all too frequent phrase said by him, even though he sounded too cute when he said it.
After a week of crying, fussing, whimpering and some restless nights he has become a big boy now.
A hearty congratulations to his mom Tiffy...YOU DID IT!
guess what grandma found in the crib left over from Christmas vacation? He'll never know