Don't take the pacifier

Dennis was in a whiny, pitiful, fussy mood this morning, and since he was already that way, I thought it might be time to take away the pacifier. We made it until the afternoon nap, and then his Daddy and I caved and let him have it. I'm determined to get that thing out of his mouth this week, but then I think about him putting his fingers in there and getting all kinds of germs, and I'm undecided. He was pretty unhappy about it, of course, and said "I want to go to Wal-Mart." I asked him why and he said "to get a pacifier." That's a smart little dude we have. I'm going to have to get him to WANT to give up the pacifier. Surely I'll think of something.