I once had seven pacis. I loved them...to the point of addiction. I would have one in my mouth and one in each hand. I decided to have some fun with them, so I threw a couple in the dog bowl one day. The next day, I aimed for the toilet.
The last one went into the toilet and I haven't seen it since. Mom told me it was gone and that I didn't need it anymore.
Now, I am paci-free. This is day #2 of no paci. I don't miss it during the day, but at night, I crave it. I think even Mom wished my paci would come back from the toilet lastnight. At 2 am, she tried to help me out. "Just suck your fingers, your thumb!" No way.
I do like being a "big boy" now...but listen, if you see a white and black checkered paci, could you please sneak it my way? -maddox
