The Chosen One

Today Asha has been saying “ass fire” a lot and I couldn’t for the life of me understand what she was on about. Turns out she was trying to say “pacifier” and it was such euphoria to solve this. Amusing, intriguing too, since I didn’t know she even knew that word, I don’t really use it, I call pacifiers soothers. Also, I didn’t know Asha even liked soothers, she has hundreds, and never took to them, now it seems she does like them, apparently, but she accepts and enjoys only a specific one. She wails elaborately if I give her the wrong one, and I have to install the chosen one for her, Asha’s certain that she can’t just pop that shit in her mouth on her own.