Why, when you’re comforting your screaming baby in the middle of the night and they decide to fling their binky, it never lands on an open spot. It flies through the air, out a window, down the street, and on and on until it finally comes to rest far under the couch of a hermit living on a remote island reachable only by boat. All while the baby is still screaming as somehow all of the other binkies in the house have gone on strike and are nowhere to be found. Why, binky? via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2Q2TgQO
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