Lucy had long given up her dummy by the time Audrey came along. Audrey doesn't use one, wouldn't have a piece of it, though we did try her with one earlier on to ease the crying. This was when Lucy's interest was re-piqued(?), and now this sorry sight has been a daily occurence. I am weaning two kids, it seems; one from milk, the other from a dummy. Such an appropriate word. I think I will go out and bury the thing in the garden, tell Lucy a dummy tree will grow, though to be patient as it takes a long time to grow something this good.