A tale of two children

Tonight, as I put F to bed, he couldn't quite get comfortable. He squirmed around on my shoulder a bit before settling. Then, about one a minute, he'd lift his head and give me a big, open-mouthed baby kiss. Best. Bedtime. Ever.

Riding that high, I came downstairs to give T his bedtime hugs and kisses. Ry left the room and let me do the bedtime back scratches. After about 2 minutes, T's little voice piped up in the darkness. "Mommy, next time I go to bed, could you please not come in here? I want Daddy to do my back scratches." At least he asked me politely.