Tears because I held my ground for so long. But obviously gave in.
I love the bink.
I hate the bink.
I love how it soothes her and unlike her thumb-sucking older sister, I can take it away.
I hate how she whines for it 24 hours a day. (Although early on I kicked the "in public" habit.)
I hate it when she tries to speak with it in her mouth.
I hate that I find them all over the place.
I hate that I can't find the energy, the courage, the will to take it away for good.
I hate that I'm addicted to it just as much as she is.