We’re trying some new pacifiers today (for Miles, not Danielle or me, though sometimes I wonder if they’d help …).
At the store, there was some talk of whipping one out and popping it in his craw. I almost said yes until I saw that they, like everything (including the fancy top-o-the-line iPhone with which I’m creating this here blog post), had made the long trip from a Chinese factory to us. So, we decided to hold off.
I wonder where things will be made when Miles is a grown up.