I made my first appeasement purchase.
We were in Target buying cards. Wesley saw a card that excited him. He pointed, reached, and laughed at the card. He was so tickled by it. I laughed, too, we talked about it, enjoyed it together.
Then it became serious. He wanted it. So badly he screamed, he flailed trying to get out of the Ergo. It was as if his soul was being tortured by the movement away from the card. So intense, such anguish. Saying "bye bye" to the card was no use. Walking away was worse. We returned.
I handed him the card. Laughter, sweet silly laughter. He kissed the card. He hugged the card. I held it in front of him for the rest of our shopping trip with him laughing in joy, kissing it periodically.
This is the card: