...we took away your binkie yesterday. I took a knife to the heart tonight when you said between sobs, "mommy,my binkie is gone forever." My chest is tight. If I was even a little less sober, I would give that bink right back to you and keep you a baby forever. Sad. Please wake up tomorrow and pee on the floor or hit your brother or fling soggy cheerios across the table at Brodie so I can stop feeling like this.