The Truth

I lied to my son.  I knew it was wrong but my desire to get a good night's sleep, uninterrupted by him yelling for his binky (there are 5 in his bed so why he can't find one I don't know) pushed me over the edge.  I cut up all his binkies and when he discovered they were broken I lied and told him bad guys did it.  A look of horror crossed his face so to ease my guilt I took him to the park and let him throw rocks in the water until his arm grew tired.  A week later and he finally doesn't have to cry himself to sleep, sobbing for his binkies and mumbling about "bad guys."
Now he is consistently sleeping through the night (yes, I'm such an awesome parent my kid couldn't figure it out until he's two) but now he's sticking it to the man and wakes up at 5:30 am each morning.  If his sleeping habits are any indication of how difficult his teenage years are going to be I'm in serious trouble.