For Emylie it holds a source of comfort...her trusted friend...her binky. Emylie loves her binky. I know she is three and shouldn't have a binky, but because she isn't able to have anything else in her mouth I can't bring myself to take it from her. If she is sad, she asks for her binky. If she is happy, she asks for her binky. If she is scared, excited, doesn't want to talk, a little shy or timid, or playing...she asks for her binky.
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