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.
Fast forward a week and a half. The phone rings. It’s Yitzchak.
“Chana, guess 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.”
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 . . .