Pacifiers are a drug. They transform a speedy body into an instantly lethargic one and are a constant magnet for Lewis. When he's tired or cranky or overwhelmed he'll head to his room and take a h it. Ever since he was born he's used a pacifier ( lovingly called a gackoo in our home). But he decided a couple days ago that he was going to give his gackoos to Oscar (Jessica's cousin Cait's one-year-old little boy). So today he brought them to Oscar's birthday party and actually gave them away. He got ready for bed tonight as usual, not mentioning the scary thing about to happen--sleeping without a gackoo for the first time e ver. Even though he didn't mention it we knew it was on his mind. Jessica had already prepared him and told him she'd help if he had trouble . So, as promised, she got in bed with him after he couldn't sleep. "Mama?" he said eventually, tearing up a little as she snuggled next to him, "I wis...
I couldn't quite make out how Art's narrative ended. I think he said \"It's a beautiful day today. I hope I don't fart.\" Pretty solid logic.
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