I've always found the bedtime routine thing to be annoying. At least now there are moments of humor.
- Tonight when I went back in his room he asked for a drink and after that he said, "Sing, Mama. 'See my vest, see my vest, ...real gorilla chest.'" He wanted me to sing Mr. Burns's rendition of See My Vest (to the tune of "Be my guest" from "Beauty & the Beast") from The Simpsons.
- Last week I went back into Kevin's room when he called out and I fluffed his pillow, tucked him in tighter and sang to him. In the middle of my soothing lullaby he said, "Where's Papa? Can you go get Papa?"
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