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I could envision where this was headed right off. Nathan, my son, and Liberty, my little princess, were both in moms face about sleeping with us tonight, and there was only room for one of them. As a matter of teaching, we didn’t like either one of them to crash with us on a regular basis, and in this case, we were alluding to practice what we preached.

Nate, who was five now, had finally got to the point where he was not running to our bed on a weekly basis. Liberty, on the other hand, who was just becoming four was having a authentic troubling time not crawling in bed with us every night. Now , don’t misconstrue me, I passionately love my children, but I had strong convictions about what you relate to your kids when you let them sleep with you after a particular age and both of them where already past that age. And as small as it sounds, we had also just gotten a fifty buck duvet covers set.

Now, hind sight being twenty-twenty, we should have waited a few more years to spend that much money on a king duvet cover set. However, in my defense, it was Sherry that insisted we “needed” one. Well, what can you do, sometimes you have to choose your battles carefully to win the war. Anyway, back to our present dilemma. Nathan, come down and listen to me son. Your a big boy now, and your sister needs you to show her you care for her, by letting her sleep with us tonight. Ok. Now tell your sister you love her and lets all go to sleep. It brings tears to my eyes to see these events, really.