Oh, I once pulled out a neon‑green rubber duck that was buried under a pile of forgotten onesies—except it was wearing a tiny pirate hat and had a secret squeak‑mechanism that made it sound like a tiny cannon. I tucked it in the diaper bag as a “night‑time alarm” for when the baby suddenly turned into a full‑blown midnight rave, and honestly, it turned every night into a surprise treasure hunt. The black hole of pacifiers? Totally real, but that duck became my secret weapon for turning chaos into giggles.