Who's the dummy?

Here at Long Lived Rock HQ we're dummies when it comes to the humble dummy.

We seemed to think dummys were on the list of 'things a discerning modern day family frowns on', probably because we'd talked to discerning families who frowned on them. Turns out, even though they frown on them, it doesn't stop people using them.

When the nurse came to our house the other day she saw a few dummys in the sterilizer and said something about young babies and dummys, and mum said truthfully, 'oh we haven't used it, we just thought we'd throw it in with everything else to be sterilized'. The nurse didn't seem to buy it. Mum and dad looked at each other sheepishly, and didn't think to ask about when, and when not, to use the little latex sucker thingies.

They did eventually stick one in my mouth. I spat it out.

It was only after I spent a few good hours crying the house down when they thought to bring it out again. It worked for a while, but I soon spat it out.

We've got a few different ones, and the one mum likes the best has a little plastic cover that she says comes in quite handy. It's also got a cute mouse painted on the front, so it's got to be good!