They're all different. Our first slept 7-7 from early on. We're just over a year with our second now. Same routine, same play book, and every night is another reminder that for a minute there, I was "Smug Dad". Impossible to pick, but you figure it out.

...really though, THIS was the thing that outed you? At no other point has John paused for a moment and thought "hang on a minute, this bastard is advocating for human decency!".

I’d prefer my son didn’t smoke. He’s six, and thankfully hasn’t developed much of a taste for nicotine. I still plan to explain why cigarettes are harmful, but it’s nice to know there are laws to stop him from picking up a pack tomorrow should the mood suddenly strike.