this may not be the case in your household, but here in mine, it’s mom who the kids want when it’s time for bed. trace it back to when they were both tiny fetuses within my body and then, shortly after emerging, were still pretty much attached to me via breastfeeding round the clock. ruth is now four, though, and still insists that i lie down with her as she drifts off to sleep. not dad.
greg tries his best to persuade her sometimes that “mommy needs some time to herself. mommy is busy. daddy is best…” she doesn’t like this. “NO! daddy’s not best! daddy’s too tight! mommy’s thick!”
wow, sesame street, you’re really slackin’ if you’re teaching my daughter that the opposite of tight is thick, but whatevs. greg is all hard bone, hard muscle, with just a little jiggle in the belly region. mom is thick. soft. someone you can really snuggle into. i get it. i don’t take offense. without the thick people in our lives to snuggle into, where would we be? i accept my role as thick snuggler (most of the time).