When we were very small children our Aunt Claire, Mom's baby sister, would babysit us (by us, I mean the oldest three as the younger three hadn't yet been born), and part of the good-night ritual was:
"Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and the other shoe on,
Not sure it helped us go to sleep faster but the memory of it made me smile just now.
I got thinking about it because I woke up earlier this week to outside temperatures of five above zero which isn't surprising because I live in New England but even though I already knew that it was still a less-than-happy happenstance.
I've started to sleep with socks on (in addition to pajamas; mom raised crazy children, not stupid ones, at least after I was born) and am telling myself I am warmer. But I've learned there is a not unserious discussion ongoing as to whether it's healthy to sleep with socks on.
Shari Lewis may have died for somebody's sins, but not mine. Amen.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
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