Dear Laney,
For a few weeks, we'd been preparing you for a middle-of-the-night visit from The Pacifier Fairy (see previous post). We explained that the Fairy was going to come and take your pacifier in order to pass it on to a sweet, brand-new, tiny baby who needed it. In return, you'd get a whopper of a present.
The Pacifier Fairy spent about an hour in the toy section of Target, trying to find a present worthy enough of your sacrifice that also didn't come with a million little giblet accessories that your mom would have to keep organized. She decided on the remote-controlled Strawberry Shortcake coupe. She also bought an Orange Blossom doll so Strawberry would have someone to play with, and because sometimes the Pacifier Fairy thinks it would be nice if Montana were more ethnically diverse.
As a complete afterthought, the Pacifier Fairy threw a bag of Skittles into the cart.
The Pacifier Fairy came to our house last Friday night, swiped all of the pacifiers, and left you a stack of presents in your room. At 5:59a.m., you woke your parents up, and this was how it all went down:
The Pacifier Fairy is trying not to think about how - for the price of that car - she could have bought 61 bags of Skittles and called it a day.
You have been surprisingly and admirably okay with the loss of your pacifier. You've asked for it a few times, but we remind you that the fairy took it, and you usually say, "oh, right," and go on about your business.
It's the end of an era.
Love,
Mom
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