Last night, I prayed for the kids, sang one song, and crawled into bed at 9 p.m., which is early for me. The kids were still talking and giggling and pretending to sleep in tents. Eventually, James said something to them. It went like this:
Daddy: Guys, I need you to go to sleep. It's time. Go to sleep.
Mira: I not a guys.
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