Colter never had a pacifier as a baby or sucked his thumb. He didn't really have a special blanket or a can't-live-without-it stuffed animal. Gary and I were pretty much his bedtime buddies. But tonight, he fell asleep with a small Captain Underpants on his chest. At 9 years old he's finally learning how to comfort himself. I guess you can teach an old(er) boy new tricks.