Bed time and Butt Snacks

Recently we, and by we I mean Laura, decided to take the kids out of their cribs and put them in toddler beds. My "if it aint broke don't fix it" defense did not work and after probably a month of dragging my feet, I finally converted their cribs to beds. Suprisingly, the transition has not been that difficult. I attribute this pleasant circumstance to butt snacks. Our bed time routine is something like this: tub time, Dinasour train, blues (blue toothpaste), reading, songs, ocassionally prayers, kisses and a good night threat. "Jack, I love you so much, you are a special boy, good night, if you get out of bed you will get a butt smack". I know, not exactly text book parenting, but effective none the less. The humor of the situation results from a mix of a slightly warped sense of justice and incomplete language mastery. Routinely, Kaelin will decide that Jack has violated her own special code of ethics and inform me that he needs a "butt snack". If I were a better parent, I would probably correct her English, but laughs are hard to come by these days.