Mommy's Room

I am so lucky to have a husband that shares in parenthood so equally. Shane has never hesitated to wake up with the kids in the middle of the night, change the most nasty diapers, slave away cooking only to have his hard work rejected by picky toddlers, supervise bath time, play on the floor, or do any other parenting task. He is a wonderful partner and an amazing dad. He is almost always the one to put Isaac to bed these days and they have developed quite the routine. It's gotten to the point that when I put Isaac to bed he is upset with me because I don't do things "like dada does it mommy!"

Tonight after the stories were read in just the right voices, the night lights were turned on in exactly the right order, the blankets were placed so carefully in the correct positions, the toys had been kissed enough times, ugga muggas were exchanged, and hugs and kisses deployed; our little boy suddenly had a very urgent question...

I: "Dada, where do you sleep?"
S: "Upstairs in Mommy's room."
I: "No Dada! Where is your bed?"
S: "In Mommy's room."
I: "Silly Dada. That's Mommy's bed. Where do you sleep?"
S: "I share with Mommy."

Isaac contemplates this for a while but seems to finally accept it. Shane gives and extra hug and kiss and starts to gather the books so he can leave the room. We aren't allowed to leave these books on his room, it causes epic toddler meltdowns if we mix up which books belong in his room, which books go down in the playroom, and which books have the coveted book shelf in the living room. As Shane begins to make his escape and reaches the door knob, Isaac sits up...

I: "Dada? Where does Hobo sleep?"
S: "In Mommy's room."
I: "I don't want Hobo and Dada in my bed. It's too much."
S: "That's ok, we will stay with Mommy."
I: "Poor Mommy, too many things."

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