I have no will power at 430am.

Bean woke up crying at 430 with a low grade fever, a terrible diaper, and a hacking cough.
The very first word out of her mouth was "bop?".
Without hesitation, I walked to the kitchen to grab one from our super secret stash.
Glad I didn't toss 'em.
And glad I didn't call Operation Drop-The-Bop a success last night.

Once she's fever-free and her diapers return to normal and her breathing doesn't sound like an 80 year old smoker, we'll try again.
Darn it.


Oh well. It was worth a shot.