Nostalgia

As I half carried my three year old to bed, and the intricate bed time routine that followed (yes of course Mr. Train and Mr. Truck will come too. Your flash cards? Sure. Thirsty? OK, fine. Yes, I will snuggle and read you Hop on Pop. Old MacDonald? I guess. No really, I am leaving now, good night. "alright... *pout* nigh-nigh mom, luv you"


I recalled earlier years where getting him to sleep was much, much simpler: