Last night, it was Scott’s turn to put Dee to bed (which lately consists of fielding her desperate shrieks for a few minutes before she either conks out or we cave to her pleas to sleep in Mommydaddy’s room — how did bedtime go so wrong?!). But this time, he emerged without so much as a peep from Sweet Dee. I stared at him.
Me: Is she in bed?
Scott: Yeah.
[then]I mean, I had to give her a puppy and put on a movie, but yeah…I think we’re good.
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