He's never been all that impressed with binkies. He'd take the soothie [given at the hospital] if he was desperate for something to suck on, but spit out any other binkies we offered him. Now that he's found his thumb, however, he has completely lost interest in his binky. But he's pretty good, especially for an almost 3 month old, at finding that thumb. Reminds me of Shel Silverstein's poem, "Thumbs."Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb
Is the sweetest taste yet
[As only we thumb-suckers know].
j
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