Last week, we were looking for Trubba’s pacifier. Whether I like it or not, this is probably one of our most practiced activities in this house. As I was moving his crib out, peeking under large stuffed animals and the rocking chair in his room, I called out:
“Pacie…where are you? Where are you pacie.”
Somewhere?? Where did this kid pick up somewhere? And when did he learn to use it so appropriately and with almost comedic timing? Since then, he’s used it repeatedly and with the correct context, so it wasn’t just a one time thing. I’m so not ready for the smartas$ stage, but I see it’s coming to our household…and soon.