Every night when I tuck my (teenage) son in (he loves me), The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is just starting on Nick at Nite. In my eyes, I'm super cool because I know all the words to the theme song. Plus, I dance to it before I kiss him through the blanket he puts over his head because he just washed his face.
Then I say, "Goodnight", "I love you" and "get right to sleep", EVERY night.
Then I say, "Goodnight", "I love you" and "get right to sleep", EVERY night.
I dare not miss a moment of still being able to tuck my teenage son in. He'll be 18 in less than three months. I feel like I'm running out of time. I strongly suggest making the most of bedtime by establishing some sort of bonding routine, especially reading. Oh how I miss reading to my son.
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