a date night. I had the sweet pleasure of hanging with my two granddaughters. Lo and behold, Sandman started biting the youngest one. She kept exclaiming, "I want my paci!" Lordy, Lordy, it was nowhere to be found. To lighten the situation, I made up a song, and we clapped and sang as we searched for the missing pacifier. And so Paci, Oh, Paci! was born.

Turn that panic moment into a fun one as you sing while looking for that paci or chupón or wubby, or whatever your child calls it. What a happy moment it is when it's found-one quite deserving of a flip, a jig, a smile, and a great sigh of relief! Because the alternative cry that could possibly arise from your little one's lips will not be music to your ears!

Praises, as they grow, they will no longer need a pacifier. It served its purpose, and their merriment continues with other loves.

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