Kingsley: 4-1-14 Dummy

My parents finally relented: the dummy was broken out, and stuffed into my gaping, sobbing, hysterical mouth. The last resort, I am sure I heard them mutter as dad boiled up water to sterilize the silicone substitute to my constant companion these past 28 days – mum’s soft and delightful nipple: my friend the nipple-where have you gone??!!

Are my folks cruel to have lured me into a false sense of security with this dummy? Why cant I have mum’s tender breasts in my mouth forever? OK, I will admit that notwithstanding its hideous plastic feel, this dummy did do the job in shutting me up; lulling me into a much needed slumber. I was out for the count. Dummy, you can stay for a bit, but I will kick you out when I am done with you. I know you aint the real thing…

My parent's method of shutting me up and calming me down: straight jacket and masking tape. Oops I mean swaddle and dummy.

My parent’s method of shutting me up and calming me down: straight jacket and mouth gag. Oops I mean swaddle and dummy.

 

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