Farewell

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12:39pm

This is Big. As in really Big. Really, Really Big. We've been talking about it for a couple months. To no avail. Today, our dear Charlie, traded/exchanged/swapped/quid pro quo'd his beloved Nuks for a set of tools. Make NO mistake, dear readers, this was not a bribe. It was mere substitution: one thing for another. He, with the wisdom and understanding that comes at two and a HALF, has known the stakes for months now. That's right, that's right. (Affirming his comprehension: Nodding head, hands on hips.) Today, we happened to be near the toy store, we happened to stop in, we happened to check out the tool aisle, we happened buy exactly what he wanted, and we happened to let him ponder over the idea of opening and playing with said item. Within ten minutes of walking in the door he put an A.P.B. on all Nuks on the house and within another five he was Ready To Go. This kid made a beeline for the garbage with some serious speed and agility.

Nevertheless, tears at nap, tears at bedtime. Surely, he has re-thunk (what?) his trade, but he himself put them in some serious kitchen trash, and no boil is long enough to get that crap off.

But, shhhh!, I did keep his favorite one.