Addicted to Thumb

Remember how I wrote that Natalie had to stop sucking her thumb or else the dentist was going to put something on her teeth to ensure that she doesn’t?

Well.

This is how that’s going:

Yeah.

Her next appointment is in September so we still have time. However, this child is so incredibly stubborn. I explain that sucking her thumb messes up her teeth. She doesn’t care. I explain that she’s too old to suck her thumb. SHE DOESN’T CARE.

“I love my thumb!” she’ll wail. “I LOVE MY THUMB!”

She reminds me of those people on that Intervention show on A&E who freak out when others point out their flaws.

“You don’t need your thumb anymore,” I’ll say gently.

“YES I DO! I NEED IT! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”

You see? Just like those people on Intervention.

“I understand that you love your thumb but it’s destructive behavior,” I said. Well, okay, so it’s not DESTRUCTIVE behavior but whatever. Then again, in a way it is, because if she jacks up her teeth, guess who has to PAY for them?

“I asflkjdfa,” Natalie answered. All garbled because her THUMB WAS IN HER MOUTH!

“Think of all the germs that must be on that thumb. Do you want to get sick?” I tried another tactic.

“Yup,” Natalie answered from the side of her mouth.

“You start Kindergarten soon. Kindergarteners don’t suck their thumbs anymore,” I said.

Natalie suddenly leapt of the couch. “You,” she said, popping her thumb on the mouth. “ARE MEAN!”

I’m mean? I’M MEAN? HOW AM I MEAN? I can start being mean. I’ll get the stuff that I can put on the thumb that makes it taste like crap. In fact, that’ll probably be my next step. I’ve tried reasoning with her and I just get yelled at.

So, let’s move on to the Icky Thumb Stuff and see how mean she thinks I am then.

(I’m a little scared. Not going to lie.)

(Yes, I’ll blog about it.)