Hubs and I take a divide-and-conquer approach to putting our two daughters to bed each night; he takes one, I take the other, and we trade out the next evening. When the girls find out it's their night with Daddy, they cheer. When they find out it's their Mommy night, I usually get an "Aw, man!" as they look longingly at Hubs. In no way does this hurt my feelings or make me want to scream at them about what they did to my vagina.
Preschooler: Do I have you tonight, Mommy?
Me: Yes.
Preschooler: Yay!
Me [to Hubs]: Did you hear that? I got a yay!
Hubs: I know! That's great!
Me: I still don't understand why they prefer you so much at bedtime.
Hubs: I keep bacon in my pocket.
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