Josh is infinitely "better" at putting Z to bed. When I do the nighttime ritual, Z stalls, calls and generally fights sleep for an hour. So tonight I left the house to check out the new Marion Street Cheese Market and Josh put our daughter to bed. After a few stories, he told her he was going to head downstairs and empty the dishwasher. She wasn't to call down to him; he would come upstairs and check on her in 10 minutes.
When he came back up he said, "You didn't call me. But you're awake."
"I was busy thinking."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Mommy."
"What about Mommy?"
"I was thinking about calling for Mommy."
