Days of being a wee tike

So there I was, playing with my toy trucks and tractors. Not a care in the world. I was a free spirit. Life was great.

Hold on a tick, something isn't right. Where's my soother? (when I was a little toddler I could NOT live without my soother. It was also called soozie, because everybody knows that.)

So what did I do?

I cried like a champ until I got said soother.

Unaware of what happened to my soozie moments before...
Ever had those things called pee pots? We did. My soozie happened to be sitting on the wooden hamper next to the pee pot. My brother, who is only a mere three years old than myself, thought it was about time that I outgrow having to use a soother. Of course he still states today that it was an 'accident'. But we both really know the truth...

Anyway, somehow my beloved soozie that I cherished dearly ended up in our little pee pot. After the catastrophe took place, my brother snachted the soother out of the pee pot and set it right back where he found out. So to anyone else, soozie never moved.

After I got my way from crying like it was nobody's business, I got soozie back. Over come with joy, I quickly plopped soozie back into my mouth.

"YUCK!"

After a desperate scream of pain, I chucked soozie as far and hard as I could across the kitchen floor.
My mother (who is a saint) instantly knew something was wrong, for I would never treat my soozie with any disrespect.

My Mother went to pick up the soother off of the floor and as she was returning it to me, she realized an awful pee like smell coming from the soother. After a slight disgust look and a chuckle, she threw away soozie.

Soozie and I were done for good that day. There was no way I could ever trust her again...

I never used a soother again after the day.