When I came home, pretty late at 830pm, he was just about to sleep. I went to the room wanting to say goodnight but ended up staying there for an hour. He insisted that I sing him a lullaby (yes he can say that) and pat him to sleep! He also demanded that everyone else leave the room. I was thrilled to take on the task because he seldom (never) asks me to do this because I'm very seldom part of his bedtime routine, usually being occupied with the firstborn.
It felt good (and hungry) to put him to sleep.
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