My husband, Justin, and our four-year-old son, Evan, share a special bedtime ritual. This smart, or perhaps lazy, mommy outsourced the nightly bathing routine that precedes bedtime to dear ol’ dad early on in the parenthood days. After the bath, complete with teeth brushed and hair blow-dried, our son likes to get his remaining energy out by dancing around his room and singing at the top of his lungs. It is after this spectacle that I enter stage right and we say his night-night prayers. Not the “now I lay me down to sleep” variety, but real prayers where we ask God to bless our family and friends and all those suffering in the world. I also ask God, perhaps a little too emphatically, to please let us sleep all night long with no interruptions-please, please, please.