Fishing

This has been cause for great concern in our house recently.

Not the child, the thing stuck between her two adorable lips. In fairness, this thing has caused her no trouble at all. Her lips are quite found of the feeling of soft plastic squishing between them. In fact they are quiet in love with it. It is this love which has created such passionate displays of affection that has cast a shadow over the heart of her littlest big brother.

He has recently suffered the loss of his own squishy soft plastic night time companions. And although prepared for the separation by months of counseling, motivational talks, and bribery in the forms of food, big boy toys and special comfort toys, it seems nothing can satisfy his little heart like squishy plastic between his lips.

This was his chosen solution.

(I am happy to say that after a few nights with Fishy, it too made a departure, and we have only caught those little lips stealing a squish or two from his sister a couple times.)