We put my 2-year-old daughter, Summer "Bubbles" Yore to sleep last night at her normal bedtime, about 7:30pm, then enjoyed a night of mediocre TV. Then, at about 11:30, my wife and I heard the baby rustling in her bed upstairs. My wife, Bucko, turned to me and said, "it's your turn, just go rub her back so she can fall back to sleep."
I hauled my carcass out of my chair and went upstairs to check on my littlest one. The next minute was the proudest I've ever had as a dad. She rolled over in her crib emerging from her deep sleep, and whined loudly, "I wan do watch football... I wan do watch football..." - how sweet is that? Go Green.
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