Prompted by a post I read on another mom’s blog, I inspected Hudson’s mouth for abnormalities in his bite and teeth position. I can’t be sure, but fear that his front teeth don’t even touch when he bites down. (Maybe I should consult a professional before freaking out) Based on my preliminary conclusions, we decided that it was time to say goodbye to Pabi. As much as we all love him, we sense that farewell will only get more difficult. In an attempt to prepare Hudson for the separation from a most beloved companion I started talking up the “big boy” thing and “pabies are for babies” thing. That kid understood completely. After considering my proposal for all of 3 seconds, he told me in no uncertain terms, “I don’t want to be a big boy, I’m a baby.”  Clearly.  Several days later we took him to the toy store, encouraged him to fall in love with something that he thought he HAD to have and then required him to “trade” pabies for the new toy. He handed over the bag to the cashier and that was that. The first night we put him to bed with his new toy and after several minutes of playing we could hear him saying over and over, “I want pabi instead.” He gave up after awhile.  Since then, he has asked for it at bedtime several times, but seems satisfied with the answer that pabi is all gone.