Addiction

Yesterday Jonas found something that I was certain that I had thrown away nearly a year ago: His Bobo.

At first he looked at it quizzically, pondering whether or not it was appropriate for him. He understand that bobos are for babies now, and that he's a big boy and doesn't need one. So he sat, holding it in his hand like some sort of precious gem unearthed from the back of the dresser drawer. Finally, he decided that surely one little test suck wouldn't hurt, and so into the mouth it went.



I can only imagine that for him it must have been like an alcoholic's first sip after years of sobriety.

I watched for a few minutes, thinking that he'd grow bored and move along. Not so.

Not wanting to relive that particular chapter of child-rearing, I quickly removed the offending object, reminding him that he didn't need it anymore.

And so the fit ensued.



This lasted well over half an hour- total unbridled fury and outrage at the unfairness of it all.

Poor kid. Hope he's not scarred for life.