Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Case of the Paci Thief

It is no secret that Rev is a paci addict. I in my infinite wisdom, I restrict him to only having the paci at bedtime. In fact it is one of the few reasons he goes to bed without complaint. A simple "night, night?" from me, is received with a resounding "PA, PA" (which if you couldn't figure out is his name for said addiction.) At any rate, I usually take it out of his mouth and hide it high enough that he can't get to it, then distract him so he forgets about it. Well lately every time I turn around, he has it again! "Impossible," I think, and immediately blame Landon, who basically rolls his eyes at me and says "I'm not getting his paci." So the other day I see one sneaky white haired boy dive into Rev's crib, suspicious, I see him fetch the paci, hold it up and laugh hysterically. The offender then jumps out of the crib, and gallantly hands the reward to his joyful brother. Giggling all the way he runs out of the room and straight into me, at which points he yells, "damn it," (not my fault that he knows this word, just for the record) more giggles because he knows he is not suppose to say that, and corrects himself with "Oh man!" He knows the jig is up, and he can't stop laughing, he looks at me and says "Everett paci!" So, not only was he sneaking, cussing and going behind my back, he even threw his brother under the bus at the end to save himself. I could not be more proud:)

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