"All the thoughts of a turtle are turtle" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Maeve has a new binkie. He's a turtle. DH and I have taken to calling him Sog the Turtle.
She sucks/chews on his head while she's crawling, cruising, or walking, and the baby drool just drips off Sog in a tiny waterfall.
See, Maeve got a set of finger puppets from IKEA for Christmas in her stocking, and Sog is the most popular of all, beating out the frog and the shark for top honors. His head is crunchy and delicious. As it says in Terry Pratchett's Small Gods: There's good eatin' on one of them.
You know, I don't mind, really, I mean, whatever helps with her teething and keeps her happy is generally fine with me. But she does look just the tiniest bit silly wandering around the house with a soggy turtle carcass sticking out of her mouth. And pray do not let it touch you, or you will be slimed to the max. Sog Turtle slimed.
I wonder if he's giving her turtle thoughts.