I, like most people, believed that a binky is meant to be soothing. I felt this way right up until the moment one was hurled at my eye in the middle of the night. It was accompanied by the chattering and anger of our youngest son. He was waving a fist at me as well. Really, he looked for all the world like a tiny enraged squirrel.

In my head I translated his gibberish to mean, "hey ,you over there , quit sleeping and don't try to sooth me!!!! I'm mad about something here. Figure it out."
He made sure I was aware he not going to be placated, after I attempted to give him back the binky again.He tossed it at me with even more gusto and yelled.
It took me the trial and error for several nights to figure out why he refused to sleep. Teeth seem to be at the center of this mystery.
Even with all these kiddos, they always come up with new ways to surprise me, keep me losing sleep or generally confound me.
My job humbles me everyday.
Dumb non-soothing binky.