From the Mouths of Babes

Connor, age five-and-a-half, called me upstairs after lights out tonight because his feet hurt. Totally legit reason, so I headed upstairs to dose out some Tylenol and rub his feet. On my way up, I yawned mightily and stretched my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should go to bed a little early tonight,” my son suggested.

I think he might be onto something there.

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