Today I purposely destroyed one of the few things that brings my son comfort and happiness. ...and then I blamed it on the cat.
I cut off the top of his pacifier.
Scotty I am so very sorry. I love you very much but you are three now and the pacifier needs to go. As you solemnly pointed out today your pacifier "is not working" anymore and I have to confess that it is my fault. When you looked at me with your big, sad brown eyes I felt like the single worst person in the world. I know you assumed that I, as your mommy, could fix the pacifier and make you feel better... but I can't. I'm sorry Scotty. : (
So Scotty, I'm sorry I broke your pacifier and I'm sorry I lied to you about it. The cat is innocent.
There is a new toy car for you on your train table... and some more yummy chocolate milk in the fridge... and tomorrow we will go to McDonalds for a cheeseburger... and a cookie.