Thursday, April 2, 2009

Our mothers keep us honest

My most recent post, Bink-ified, generated this comment from my mother, "I'm sorry my dear, but this one made me laugh out loud. You, of all people, raising a binky addict? Shocking! At least he can't be snotty with women at Target about it yet!"

The reason for the comment is that I used a binky until I was 5. Apparently it was quite difficult* to break me of that habit. However, it did lead to the following anecdote, which my grandmother delights in telling anyone who will listen:

When I was 4 or 5 my grandmother had taken me to Target and of course I had my trusty binky. We were walking along and suddenly an old woman said to me, "You're too old for a pacifier." Apparently I looked at her, took the binky out of my mouth and very indignantly said, "I need it." Then I popped it back in. My grandmother said she never worried about me after that because she knew I could take care of myself.

Hopefully Ben won't have the binky that long, but it would be funny to see him tell off an old lady.

*My parents and grandparents may disagree with that wording and have something more colorful to substitute.

1 comment:

  1. I love that story! I believe your grandmother has told me that story more than once :)