Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Binkygate '08


It has been several weeks now since the first broken binky was mysteriously found in Bo's bed. It was traumatic. Seeing that bright blue binky, laying there motionless with it's head so perfectly sliced off. Absolutely horrifying. Bo was devastated and confused. He picked it up and stared at it. Inspecting it from every angle, trying desperately to grasp the horror that lay before him. What had happened to his precious binky? Looking down at the others strewn about the bed, the red one, the green one, the other blue ones. What on earth would he do with only 7 of them?

He cupped the binky in his hand oh so gingerly. Eyes full of sadness and perplexity, he gazed down at the headless body and then up at me. "Broken, Mommy. Broken."

Full of guilty pleasure, I responded "Yes, Bo, it is broken."

"The top, Mommy. Broken. What happened?"

"That's what happens when you use something too much. It breaks. Some things need new batteries when they get old, and some things just break. Looks like that just broke. What should we do with it?"

Carefully deliberating his next move, Bo shyly and hesitatingly answered, "trash can, Mommy."

Bo proceeded into the kitchen where he buried his sweet blue-binky in the tall shiny trashcan at the base of the counter. He lifted the lid, and dropped it in, clinging to 3 other healthy binkies he refused to leave behind. Detached, and amazingly unaffected, Bo turned around, popped one of the binkies-in-reserve into his mouth and went about his day.

However, little did he know that this unexpected broken-binky was the first of many to come.

Since that sad day, 2 others have been found with their heads sliced off in random places around our house (1 on the floor of the living room and 1, today, in the silverware drawer). With each new find, the conversation goes about the same as the first, each ending with the burial in the tall shiny trashcan at the base of the counter, and each with another binky being popped into his mouth before ever leaving the kitchen.

What, I ask you, will happen the day he turns around and his hands are empty?

Binky Count, To Date:
Dead - 3
Alive - 5 (that I know of)

4 comments:

Angie said...

This is too funny! I'm so glad that you started a blog!

Smitty 1, 2 , 3 and 4 said...

Great idea. I second Ang.

Anonymous said...

Solid Jackson... Solid. Love the narrative.

When the last binky breaks, my guess is that there will be a thumb involved.

Anonymous said...

I wrote a comment before that is not recorded here:

You have the writer's gift. This is hilarious.