A (sarcastic) guide to getting rid of the dummy

[oliveoil]

Arrange for offspring to get a humdinger of a cold and / or begin teething.

Have 3 bad nights sleep on the trot trying to calm down said snotty child.

Mix in a boss-eyed stroppy dh with hangover. Also good at this point to arrange for Man Utd to lose an important game when he has had 2 hours sleep, adds to the fun.

You should find that your precious little offspring will not only refuse to sleep/eat/shut the f**k up but will also refuse the dummy as they will not be able to breath through their nose.

Worked for me. Do you think I should write a book of other easy tips?

I tried that but it never worked with DD. She gave her dummy to Santa this xmas and he gave it to a baby reindeer and left her a lovely thankyou letter. Honest

I've tried everything and nothing's worked. Sniff.

DD left hers for Santa to take to Africa cause they could not afford dummies - she is so pretty now she doesn't have those bloody things hanging out of her mouth and looks so grown up.

Mind you have caught her shouting up the chimney (her direct communication route to Santa) - Can I just have one back???

Shouting up the chimney! Bless!

I am quite pleased that my ruined weekend has resulted in a dummy free dd. She only had it at night anyway but if it fell out, I would have to stumble up the hall to replace it. No more, hurrah.

oh bless her Twinkie!
mine is still addicted!

LOL OliveOIl. I'd buy your book! Your posts always make me chuckle.

Twinkie, you must write that down somewhere in case you forget. How gorgeous.

Oliveoil - could you also add to that ds repeatedly finding dummies that he has hidden in the strangest places, we now have a collection of 6 when 2 days ago we could only find 1!

I want to know where ds is hiding them and if it would be a good place to hide choccy. Alas though he just wanders into the kitchen with one firmly fixed in his mouth.

We just succeeded in getting rid of DS's after the dentist said his bite was not quite right. He obviously took fright at being told he couldn't bite properly and it would be difficult to eat.
Bless!

At 3, I told him the health visitor (a made-up one, not the nice one he knows) had banned them, and he accepted it immediately. I was amazed, as Santa hadn't worked.