Dear Binky,
It's not you. It's me. I don't need you to fall asleep anymore. I can do it on my own. I am a BIG BOY now. I can climb out of my crib (Heck, I can climb back INTO my crib). I drink out of straw cup. I sit in a booster. I can talk in sentences. I'm too big for you.
We've had some good times. When I was new, you were one of my best friends. You've helped me through some rough nights of sleep, and some of the worst teething I have gone through. We had some laughs. I've thrown you more times than I count, tried to feed you to the cats and to Grandma's dog.
But we have to part ways now. I'm almost two. I hope you believe me when I tell you it's not you. You've been good to me, and I hope you find someone new to chew on you.
I'll always hold a special place in my heart for you.
Love, Riley
