In my defense, it was dark.

A few times per night, Henry, Adam and I play the pacifier game. Here are the rules: Adam keeps one on his pillow, I keep one on mine. Henry keeps one in his mouth. When it inevitably falls out, Henry flails around looking for it. He tosses himself side to side, burying his face in the mattress with his mouth open like a little aardvark searching for ants. Whoever he hits first shoves it quickly in his mouth before he fully wakes up.

Last night he tagged me first. I picked mine up and popped it in his mouth. For some reason, he didn't stop crying and I didn't feel him start sucking on it. It took me a moment to realize I was shoving it in his ear.