Three Thursdays ago, I took Shlomo with me to see an apartment in a different city. By the time I got back, I had a migraine. I met Yitzchak at the Central Bus Station, and he offered to take Shlomo back with him, to get the stroller. (I had left the stroller with Yitzchak, so I wouldn’t have to drag it with me on the intercity bus.)
Shlomo and Yitzchak walked off, and I caught a bus home. I had about 45 minutes of quiet, and then I heard the two of them coming back. As soon as the door opened, Yitzchak said, “Did you give me his pacifier?”
“Yep,” I said. “It was in his mouth.”
“Well, it’s gone now,” said Yitzchak.
Oh, well. The clip was starting to break anyways, and the pacifier, even though it was still good, was a few weeks away from needing to be replaced. So be it. Pacifiers come in packages of two, so we took the second one and gave it to Shlomo.
For illustrative purposes only. Courtesy of Google Images.
Fast forward a week and a half. The phone rings. It’s Yitzchak.
“Chana, guess what?”
“What?”
“Guess what I found?”
Nu, stop keeping me in suspense already. “What did you find?”
“I was walking outside, talking on the phone, and suddenly I looked up, and there was Shlomo’s pacifier and clip, hanging from a tree.”
What?!?!
He brought it home. We washed the clip and the pacifier. The clip is in use, but we still have to sterilize the pacifier – it was kind of gross . . .
chana too funy
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Thank you, thank you. Shlomo does have a habit of being funny. 🙂
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