I hate bedtime.
Seriously, I would rather climb Mount Everest.
What are you supposed to do? (Grover suggested knock-out drops, but we're fresh outta those).
Everyone from Madonna to the man on the moon has an opinion. Cry, don't cry, co-sleep, lay down with them, rock them, find the duct tape, blah blah blah blah blah.
At the moment, I feel like this:
Let him cry it out = ruin his life for eternity.
Don't let him cry it out = spend half my life in a rocking chair.