Binkectomy #4

We've taken away the binkies again.  Right now J is up in his bed in a dimly-lit room with a lullaby playing, comfy pajamas, his favorite animals, and he sounds like he is possessed by the devil's devil, if there is such a thing.  The screams coming out of that room are like demonic tongues being fed through a wood chipper.  Hell hath no fury like a toddler deprived of his binky.  I wish he could keep it, but his teeth look terrible.  Maybe he'll thank me later?  That would be nice.