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Tonight was a little rough, sir. It was a binky emergency and there were none to be found (even though you own 3, and somehow they've all disappeared), you were NOT happy. Especially when I tried to be sneaky and slipped in the mustache binky (see this post), yup, you still hate it. You kept pulling it out of your mouth and glaring at it, and then glaring at me - there was a lot of unpleasantness going on. I finally got you a bottle of milk and left the mustache binky on your pillow, perhaps you'll find some comfort in it around 2 am when life is pretty fuzzy. I will say these are not the nights I love most, but the snuggling in between screaming sessions was pretty nice, so I'll tuck that away in my memories instead. Sleep well my little wild child.
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