Milo bit a hole in one of his beets (aka his binky) and as far as he knew, it was the only one left. So... I told him that it was broken and walked with him so he could throw it away and say goodbye which he did like a big boy. Flash forward to bedtime and I was expecting some major waterworks. I totally caved the moment Milo said, "But Mommy, I miss my beet."
I went to Mark to find out where his beet stash was and thankfully he just gave me a look and sent me back in to deal with the tears - which were really short lived and interspersed with giggles. I gave lots of kisses, an extra hug or two and then I closed the door and tiptoed away expecting to hear my sweet boy wailing for his sacred beet beet. Nope. He fell right to sleep. Like within seconds. Seriously, can it be this easy?
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