Being the Warden

Tonight while putting the girls to bed, I felt like a warden at a maximum security prison. I actually uttered the following sentences: “Now, I’m going to take you up, and when we get to Evie’s room, I want you to keep walking and not look in. She will probably call out for you. Do not answer her, just keep walking.”

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