Mourning Dum Dum

There were 3 brand new shiny dum dums (dummies) placed in the shopping trolley last Monday and over the week each one has been 'broken' due to the vigorous sucking of one little girl. A dummy used to last at least a week but recently they only last 48 hours before they totally cave in and the sound of a little mouth chewing on it makes you fear it will end up down her throat. This and the fact that I can no longer cope with gettting up in the middle of the night to put the dummy back in (even though I don't get up every night anymore, a few nights per week is enough), we have decided that dum dum has to go.
So all week we have been talking to Elizabeth about the fact that the dummies are breaking and that they are nearly all gone. One by one she has happily thrown them in the bin herself. Tonight she threw the last one away. We told her it was the last dummy and that when it went in the bin there were no more dummies. "Are you going to have a dummy tonight?" we asked her. "Yes" was the answer. "No" we said to her. "They are all broken. In the bin. No more dummies." We watched her face drop when she realised what she was saying and she started to cry "Dummy, broken."
Needless to say she cried alot when we put her to bed (with Teddy) and I went in every 5 minutes to comfort her. Then the last time I went in and was holding her, rocking her to sleep, I was thinking, am I going to have to replace dum dum with rocking? Will I have to rock her during the night? Oh, dear. I hope it is all over in 3 days like the books say!