The Binky

It's my own fault, really, this dependency my son has on his Binky. As an infant in an effort to keep him quiet and help him fall asleep, I taught him how to use it. Now as a two year old, he only gets it at night and nap time, but where do they go? I buy pack after pack of Bink's and yet when bed time rolls around...no Binky in sight. I have more luck finding a pair of matching socks than I do a Binky. So I search the house top to bottom hoping and praying I can find the cure to nighttime woes. After a good 20 minutes when I am just about desperate, I find it! Was it in the toy box, on the counter or in Ryan's room...NOPE! Behind a chair that is against the wall in a room he really is never in. Now I must ask myself...how on earth did it get here? I think the mystery lies in my somewhat mischievous 4 year old, Rebecca. Bink's...I Love them and yet I HATE them. Who knew!!