Everyone has a ritual that helps them fall asleep, even if they’re not aware of it. I, for example, always lie on my side, put my hand under the pillow and think of nice things that happened that day. Molly likes to have one dummy in her mouth and one in her hand and then change them around.
Benny, on the other hand, shrieks like a wounded bird, pulls his dummy out of his mouth unintentionally at least seven times then cries because he can’t get it back in, flails his arms around, attempts to scratch his eyes out, turns his head left and right, bangs his legs against the mattress, all the while fighting me while I try to hold his hands down so that he doesn’t hurt himself. Whatever works, I guess.
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…writing down random stuff my kids say.