The Great Paci Battle

My daughter thinks I'm evil.  She grabs on to paci (her pacifier) in the morning like it's the difference between life and death and won't let go.  But, she really wants the cup of juice.  Then there's the tears.  "Juice!"  "sorry, honey, but you need to give me paci first.  You can't drink and have paci."

Tears.

"Kaylee is sad, wants paci."

Nods.

"Kaylee wants her juice?"

Nods.

"When you're ready for your juice, you can give me paci.  We'll trade."

Climbs in my lap.  Cries.  Gathers up all of her courage.  Hands me paci.  Grabs the juice.  Drinks and drinks and drinks.  Hands me the cup.  

"Good girl!  You were thirsty!"  

Nods.  Places hand in front of mouth and makes the huffing sound that is her sign for paci.

"Sorry, love, but no more paci for today.  You can have it back at naptime."

Screams.  Tears.  

"Can you give Penguin a big hug?  He says its okay to give him a hug when you miss paci."

Looks at me like I'm nuts.  Gets up to go play with toys.

Sigh.

Little girl, we love hearing you talk!  And not having your clothes covered in the drool that happens when you chew and chew on paci.  I'm really not doing it to torture you.  It's just time to know that pacis are for sleeping, not daytime.