Henry said goodbye to his binkie tonight! I used to have his binkie clipped to his shirt all the time. I got tired of losing it, dropping it gross places (non-gross places weren't a big deal :) ), etc, so he had a strap attached to it, clipped to his shirt. The binkie would dangle along with him wherever he went, and when necessary brought immediate comfort :) I loooooved his binkie, I have to confess. I loved the innocent contentment I saw in his face in those moments of "necessary immediate comfort". I loved how it could instantly bring quiet stillness to my noisy, verbal boy. I loved the simplicity of this tiny piece of plastic that made him feel so right with the world... Late summer/early fall last year I tied a binkie to the hand of his beloved monkey. My game plan for the inevitable "time-to-say-goodbye-to-the-binkie" was to soften it a bit: I was going to unclip the binkie from his shirt, and only let him have the one attached to his monkey at be...