Tonight I put all the children to bed in the nursery singing our little "Good Night" song, as usual. R was crying (are you picking up a pattern here?) his basic, I-am-tired-but-not-ready-for-you-to-leave-me, Mommy cry. I walked out anyway with my customary, "Good Night. I love you."
Moments later on the monitor as R continued to cry, Sweet P's voice could heard clearly on the monitor. " Good Night, R. Lub you."
And then there was silence.