Sometimes he goes to bed like a normal kid- read some books, turn out the lights, hang out for a bit, voila!
Then some nights are like tonight, where he gets crazy for some reason and the fight is on.
He started freaking out about the Wife, so she took off. And of course once she was gone he started howling for MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! So I pat him and keep him from flopping off the bed and keep putting his buenies on him, and eventually he starts calming down. I hold him and pull the blanket up over him, and he settles down. At last he lets out a giant yawn and rolls over, pulling the covers with him.
"I love you, dada..." he mutters, nine tenths asleep.
When parents talk about little moments that justify the all the manifold challenges of raising a child, this is what they mean.
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