Dad took Flash up to bed after I put his pajamas on. The screams and crying sounded like he was being tortured. I went upstairs to find Flash on the Floor with Dad helping him brush his teeth. Flash saw me and jumped up running into my arms.
"What's the problem? Your dad is a good man," I reassured him.
"No, mommy good man," he quickly responded.
I adore my children.
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