Little Tina
"Don! Don! Ah fink a wed, don," Tina (18 months) garbled out. I threw off my covers and ran into the nursery dress only in my briefs. "What's that, honey? I can't understand you when you have your paci in," I said with a smirk. I knew what the toddler had said, but enjoyed pointing out her pacifier addiction. Looming over her, I waited for the improved annunciation. The little girl yanked the pacifier from her mouth, a long strand of saliva flung onto her tiny porcelain arm. "I tink...