My Little Trickster

I know it's bad to laugh and give in to her tricks, but oh my...I can't help it, try as I might! Zee is learning to deceive (unfortunately as far as morals go, fortunately as far as laughs go). Her goofball antics just leave me cracking up!

I discovered yesterday that one of her beloved binkies...yes she still uses and loves them beyond comprehension...had a hole in it. She was sitting so quietly at my feet picking at her blue binky, and finally she handed it to me and asked me to "take it off". I looked closely at her binky and didn't notice anything on it and told her so, so she pointed to a small spot on the nipple. I looked, and sure enough, there was a small hole where she had been picking. Being the paranoid mother that I am, I informed her that it was time for the binky to go into the garbage because of the hole. This, of course, led to a slight meltdown (and it actually was slight). I didn't actually put it in the garbage can, as that would have set off a full-blown tantrum. Instead, I set it on the computer desk and tried to negotiate with her. In the end, J ended up taking her for a shower, which I hoped would help her forget the broken binky.

I should have known better.

In case you didn't know, Zee has an incredible memory. Especially when you don't want her to remember something. It's uncanny how it works out like that. I honestly think she spent the entire shower wondering how she could get that binky back. As soon as she was finished, still wrapped in her towel, hair dripping wet and tangled, she came running up to me with her other binky in her mouth. She mumbled something to me, and I asked her to take out her binky so I could understand. Then she repeated herself.

"Mommy, my binky needs her friend."
"What friend?"
"The 'nother binky!"
"Your other binkies are in your bed."
"No, THAT binky!"
"Which binky?" (At this point I knew where we were headed, but I wanted her to clarify.)
"The binky on the ka-pooter table!" Said while pointing to the broken binky.

Fair enough. I was laughing because it really was so creative of her, and of course I gave her back the broken binky. I still need to get it back from her, but my goodness...I couldn't resist the twinkle in her eye that she got when she finally "bested" me!

I cannot...CANNOT...let this continue, otherwise I'll have a diva on my hands! Must.be.strong.