Tuesday, June 07, 2005

I see rehab in her future

The Duckling is not unlike a drug addict frantically trying to find their stash when searching for Pootie. Pootie is her pacifier that she gets at nap and bed time and occasionally in the car on the way to Chicago to help her mother and father keep from "driving off a cliff" (Papa Duck's threat).

Once she caught wind that we were keeping an extra one in the diaper bag she snuck up to it and started tearing everything out. Diapers. Wipes. Bib. Blanket. All tossed onto the floor without so much as a second glance. Pootie. Pootie. Pootie. One track mind.

"Pooey. Pooey Pooey." she repeats in a drone over and over and over again.

Just like a crack-head looking for that last bit of stuff or cash to buy some more. I've also caught her crouching down with her arm inserted into the slats of her crib all the way up to her armpit trying to grab Pootie from the far side of the crib.

I'm thinking that Pootie Rehab might be in her future.

Speaking of, I'm having some shakes and hallucinations from Target Clearance Shopping withdrawals. Must. Seek. Big. Red. Bullseye.