The words

Every night, when Amy and I were little, you tucked us into bed. I guess Mom had had it with us by that point of the night.

And we had this lengthy tucking-into-bed ritual. You had to make sure the covers were just so, and I had to be surrounded by all my favorite stuffed animals.

Then came the words.

What were the words? I don't remember! It's killing me. It was a lengthy recitation of love and maybe stories and assurances that mom would come and tuck us in later and so on. Amy, do you remember more details?

And then when we said, practically daily: Hey! Mom never came and tucked us in! She would assure us that she had, but that we were asleep and didn't remember.

I'm going to think hard about the words. I want to remember them.

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