Oh young brave warrior. I write to thee today because a congratulations is in order. A deep heartfelt one.
Why so?
Well. I am not so sure if you recall when last I wrote about that devious sleep chamber we commonly know as "The Bassinet." In my last correspondence on this touchy subject, I mentioned that you had decided that if we were going to put you in there that you would not "go gentle into that sweet night" without a fight.
Oh, and fight you did. You kicked. You screamed. You cried. You even threw thy sleeping cap off!
Each time we put you in there, you fought bravely until you were rightfully declared the winner, which basically meant that thy mother or I had to hold you in the royal rocking chair for the rest of the evening.
Well, young brave warrior, as I said, I am writing because a congratulations is in order. Actually, two.
First. I congratulate thee on your fine show of strength and endurance. You fought the good fight for almost three full weeks. You fought long and hard. And not once did you show any sort of fear. Not once did you say, "Today. I am too tired too fight." Even if you were in a deep deep slumber, you made sure to remind us that the good fight would continue.
Second. I congratulate thee for your gentle surrender. It takes a special person to lay down your arms and you fine warrior are one of those special people. To some, this might seem like a sign of weakness but to thy parents, the people who actually matter in this situation, we see it as a sign of growing up.
Sleep tight young warrior and may your dreams be filled with more colors than we can ever imagine.
Love.
Thy Father.
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