Here is a tragic story from last night - I drove Catie downtown so we could meet Cameron for dinner. I unloaded her from the car and we left the parking garage. I noticed she did not have her binky. I had guessed it fell off in the car. She loves to throw her binky, so I figured she threw it in the car.
Anyway, she suffered through dinner without this binky, as it is her favorite one.
When we walked back to the car I saw something pink in the road of the parking garage. It was binky, who had been run over by several cars.
RIP Binky - you will not be forgotten. (Seriously, it won’t - she doesn’t like the two we bought last night to replace the original.)
Facebook has just turned into me scrolling really fast so that all of the crappy videos people post don't autoplay.