I would just like to say, for the record, that I blame this particular scene on the meds the little guy was on. He was clearly out of his head.

This morning, for one brief terrifying moment, I almost acted my age. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.

Goodnight Moon is one of the all-time classic picture books, one my kids have heard countless time. This particular reading, however, is one that I don’t think they’ll ever forget. I won’t either, primarily because I don’t think they’ll let me.

I think we’ve all tried this one, some of us more recently than others. I’m wondering, though, if it’s ever actually worked.

I’m okay with my six-year old beating me in games occasionally, but this? He’s been winning over and over again without me even realizing it. I’d be demoralized if it wasn’t so exciting.

There was a time when a line like this one would have just gotten me an exasperated eye roll. Now I get the 5-year-old equivalent of a body slam.

I suppose we all have our little fears, but this one is really odd.

What would you do if you saw a chance to score some easy points with your kids? You’d take it, right? Me too.

At long last, I have finally come up with a good answer to the question of whether or not I’m more famous than Julie Compton.

This tale lies squarely at the intersection of cute and inappropriate, all told in the shadow of the momma.