The last three nights the boys have had a hard time winding down for bed. I've had to open a can of Mean Mommie to get them to settle in a timely manner. Last night I had already given them one warning. Sure enough, not many minutes rolled by before I heard what I was sure was forbidden talking between the beds going on in there. I rushed in, ready to swat, only to hear Blaine singing his ABCs to his baby doll while he was trying to go to sleep. Braylon was quietly reading a book. It was an endearing scene that my temper almost made me miss out on witnessing.
Penalty point for Mommy, but lesson learned.
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