Death of the Dummy

Finally! After almost 3 1/2 years, Ethan has given up his dummy (that's a binkie, by the way).
He even went down without a fight!
Rob decided, out of the blue, to chop the end off Ethan's dummy on Tuesday. I was pretty torn about the whole thing, to be honest. I thought he would be too upset. Every time Rob has raised the issue in the past, I have said no, let's wait until Tyler is born, wait until Tyler is sleeping better, wait until Tyler is sleeping through the night, wait until Tyler is sleeping in his own room [don't ask me what Tyler has to do with Ethan's dummy, it was just a really good excuse at the time], wait until we move out of mum & dads, wait until we finish the renovations, wait until I have settled back into work. You get the idea.
Well, I think Rob got fed up with my excuses! So I said I didn't want anything to do with it, that he would be the one to explain it to Ethan, get up to him during the night, stop his tiny heart from breaking into a million pieces. I know, I know, I laid it on a bit thick.
Tuesday night came and all was calm. Ethan had his story in bed, then said "I want my dummy" and reached over to get it from his bedside table. He put it in his mouth without looking at it, then realised there was nothing there anymore! He took it out and said "What happened to my dummy?" at which point I looked at Rob and smiled. Rob said "Daddy cut your dummy because you are a big boy now and you don't need it anymore." Ethan said "Oh, but why?"
At this point I was ready to leave the room, anticipating a LOT of crying. But to my surprise and delight, all Ethan wanted to do was say "goodnight" to what was left of his dummy, and place it carefully on the table so it would be near him during the night. He said goodnight to us, we left the room, and he went to sleep!! He slept all night!
Wednesday night came, and he didn't even ask about the dummy. He just went to sleep.
The paraplegic dummy is still sitting, in pride of place, on his bedside table. It obviously remains a treasured possession, a necessary comforter. But at least the thing is out of his mouth now!!!
I have to say, Rob was right. It was SO easy to get rid of it! After all the worrying, all the research into effective methods of removing a dummy (yes, I did the research, not Rob ... and he chose to ignore my findings ... typical). I can't believe it was so easy! Just like on SuperNanny!
Am I a little bit crazy to want to keep the dummy?
Ok, maybe I will just take one last photo of it, instead.