Unfortunately, the simit man didn't have change for a twenty. I left with Cinci wailing. Poor baby. I appeased him with a few raisins. Soon we came upon the second simit seller. No change either. The wailing began again. Finally we came upon a small pastry shop. They did not have simit but they did have a cash register and several items in their display window that looked simit like. I bought what I like to call Simit Sticks. They really aren't. They are just covered with a whole bunch of black seeds and sesame seeds so they look sort of the same. Cinci was satisfied. As I huffed and puffed up the hills, Cinci ate four or five of them. Little did I know that the raisins, the kiwi he ate at lunch, and the simit sticks would join forces inside his little tummy to cause the largest blowout since he was a newborn. While I was changing his second blowed out diaper Atticus asked "Why are there black seeds on his pe@/s?"
Cinci is now 2 and has successfully used his pacifier for sleeping until today. When the last pacifier gets literally chewed up, you know it's time to say goodbye to it. Well, today was the day. He hasn't put up a fight yet. Perhaps tomorrow? I'd better get to bed before he wakes up screaming for it.