Our neighbor wanted to get rid off one of their bikes, and they thought we would be a good home for their beloved bike. The bike was too big for Quinn, but we graciously took it and put it in the garage. I didn't think Quinn would see it, but he started asking about the bike.
Eva and I largely ignored his question, but one day he was particularly insistent. Eva's response: the Schnullerfee brought it for him. But, before he could have the bike, he would have to sleep without a pacifier.
My wife is a genious. And a quick thinking one at that.
Quinn hasn't used a pacifier in ages, but he loves one for when he sleeps (and the occasional temper tantrum (Wutanfall)). It is more of a habit than a necessity. The Schnullerfee is exactly what he needed to get him over the hump.
Quinn tried to get around the 'no pacifier for 2 nights rule before the Schnullerfee would give him the bike'. When it finally dawned on him that we wouldn't budge on this, he put the pacifier in his bed trunk. Last Sunday was his second night ... and he got the bike on Monday.
It's still way too big...but he loves the thing...as old, used, (and loved) as it was by the previous owners.
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