For a VERY long time now “the Duck” or “Duckie” as he likes to be called, has been Jaxon’s all time favorite toy. He’s been sleeping with him since he was born. It used to sing “Singing in the Rain” when you squeezed his tummy (he died on the airplane back from Darwin) It’s been the one thing that could really comfort Jaxon when he needed it. If I ask Jaxon from anywhere in the house where his Duckie is, he scoots along to his room where he knows Duckie stays in his bed. Duckie has a tag on his bum, and Jaxon likes the tag. He rubs the tag, and therefor the ducks bum, on his cheek. Jaxon wont sleep without Duckie.

Well tonight, Duckie got shafted. We don’t know why. But he was. BIG TIME.

It’s been raining here on and off for a few days. This morning Tim told me he was out of undies to wear so I did all of our washing today. In fear of it raining overnight and Tim not having anything dry to wear to work I brought him in some clothes and hung them by the fire. In particular, a pair of undies.

Superman undies.

Jaxon spent the entire night crawling and sometimes walking around with Tim’s undies on his head. He chewed on them (remember, they’re clean), rubbed them against his cheek, threw them about and took them everywhere. He cracked the shits if we denied him his daddy’s pants.

When it came time for bed, when Jaxon was clearly tired, it was a bit of a shock that he just would not go down. He cried and cried. Not just the usual cry, but that desperate cry you hear in older kids when they’ve been told they can’t have that chocolate bar in the shopping center. “Ah-ha…huh huh huh AHHHHHH HA” You know the one.

I tried to give him a bottle, I changed his nappy, I did everything. When Tim suggested I give him the superman pants I thought he was joking. And I didn’t think it would work. But sure enough, I gave Jaxon Tim’s superman pants and off to sleep he went.

Rubbing Tim’s jocks on his cheek.

I’m not sure if I am going to allow this obsession to take hold. As it is I have to go out and get Tim another pair of undies off the line and it’s cold out. I think it would be much better if Jaxon stuck to the Duckie. After all, I can take the Duck anywhere with us! (photo of the more appropriate Duck obsession to come! You can see a bit of him in the bottom photo)

I used to think that rubbing the duck’s bum up against his cheek for comfort was going to be a fantastic story for Jaxon’s 21st. Now I know I was wrong, there is a MUCH BETTER story to be told!