Dear Baby,

It’s the middle of the night and this never-ending battle between you and your Bink, for which I have to referee, is starting to annoy Momma.  I think it’s time for the two of you to start working together as a team.

Baby:  the Bink only works if you keep it in your mouth. 

Bink:  Baby is only three months old.  Try not to take it so personally when he spits you out.  Please don’t get so upset that you roll as far away as you can get, making it difficult for even me to track you down.

Hey!  Bink!  Don’t look at me like that!  Remember, if you refuse to cooperate with Baby then you will be replaced.  There are other Binks out there.  Better, nicer Binks.

And Holy Crap!  I’m scolding a Bink.  Yep.  It’s time to go to bed. 

Baby, here is Bink.

Work it out!

Love,

A Seriously, Sleep-Deprived Momma