{"id":223,"date":"2006-09-29T13:55:36","date_gmt":"2006-09-29T13:55:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2006\/09\/29\/goodnight-underwear\/"},"modified":"2006-09-29T13:55:36","modified_gmt":"2006-09-29T13:55:36","slug":"goodnight-underwear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2006\/09\/29\/goodnight-underwear\/","title":{"rendered":"Goodnight Underwear"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our regular bedtime routine ends with me taking the N to bed. Over the months, this routine has evolved into a pretty&nbsp;well-defined thing. After we read Good Night Moon, I pick him up, turn off the night light, sing <a title=\"Rockabye baby!\" href=\"\/?p=9&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">Rockabye<\/a>, and then put him in his crib. I tuck the blanket around him and he goes to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>The only difficulty that crops up occasionally is that he asks for a different song. Fortunately, I have a pretty wide repertoire now (Stay Awake, Spiderman, Sing a song, Let it Be, Chim-Chimaney, and so forth) so that&#8217;s not a problem.<\/p>\n<p>The other night it was a problem.<\/p>\n<p>As I started to sing, N objected. &#8220;No, no, no, no, no! Sing Mr. Richard&#8217;s song!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Richard is a local children&#8217;s singer who does a really, really good job. He&#8217;s pretty much tied with Laurie Berkner as our favorite children&#8217;s singer. Unfortunately, I couldn&#8217;t remember any of his songs. The problem isn&#8217;t the songs, it&#8217;s that I never hear them. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry,&#8221; I said. &#8220;I can&#8217;t remember any Mr. Richard songs. How about you sing one?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He thought about that for a little while, and then (very quietly) said &#8220;sing, sing a song.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know that one!&#8221; I said, thinking he was doing the Sesame Street version. &#8220;La la, la-la-la, la la, la-la-la, Sing. Sing a song&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, no, no, no, no!&#8221; He interrupted. &#8220;Not smee street! Mr. Richard!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m really growing to hate his&nbsp;five &#8220;No&#8221;s.&nbsp;Bedtime, however, is not the time to pick a fight. Instead, I&nbsp;said &#8220;Okay, sing it again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He whispered &#8220;sing, sing a song.&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>For some reason, this triggered my memory of another Mr. Richard song. &#8220;I got one!&#8221; I said. He looked at me, waiting, so I sang<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>Underwear, underwear,<br \/>always make sure that you&#8217;re wearing a pair<br \/>Underwear, underwear,<br \/>Underwear is the best!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah!&#8221; he said, and snuggled his head into&nbsp;my shoulder. I did that verse two more times (since I couldn&#8217;t remember any more), and then lifted him into the crib. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Good night, little man&#8221; I whispered.<\/p>\n<p>He rolled over under the blanket. &#8220;Goodnight Underwear.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>[For those who are interested, here is <a title=\"Mr. Richard\" href=\"http:\/\/www.mrrichard.net\/\">Mr. Richard&#8217;s web site<\/a>. Here is <a title=\"Laurie Berkner\" href=\"http:\/\/www.twotomatoes.com\/\" target=_blank>Laurie Berkner&#8217;s<\/a>]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our regular bedtime routine ends with me taking the N to bed. Over the months, this routine has evolved into a pretty&nbsp;well-defined thing. After we read Good Night Moon, I pick him up, turn off the night light, sing Rockabye, and then put him in his crib. 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