Mother Knows Best?

Bryan worked several late nights last week. As I was tucking Peter into bed, he cried, "I miss Daddy!" He was overtired and really upset. I sang him songs and Jill asked if she could help. I shook my head no and asked her to wait for me in her room. I know that sounds mean, but here's why. When Jill sings a lullaby to Peter she jumps up and down and rattles his crib, teeth clenched in a crazy grin. This doesn't exactly encourage drowsiness. I fiercely nodded in the direction of her room and Jill left.

Seconds later she burst into Peter's room, wordlessly handed him a stuffed cat, and ran out. Peter immediately stopped crying, snuggled the ridiculously fluffy cat, and lay down to sleep.