Growing Up

The first Little Jogger did not ask me to tuck her in today. This is a first. We had a big fight late in the evening. Basically, she was trying to hog a game all for herself, so I took it away and let the other three play with it. So she got very upset, and I sent her to her room. Eventually she came out and had a snack and brushed her teeth and...went to bed on her own. I'm very sad, but I was too proud to go in and tuck her in anyway. I suspect that this won't be a sharp line. It's not that I'll never tuck her in again. But she's growing out of that nightly ritual. SIGH.