tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757771273830064214.post1652863516258011879..comments2023-08-09T09:13:42.881-04:00Comments on Father Knows Little....: Sounds of the NightPetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569790730185885807noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757771273830064214.post-21731207624125433152013-09-12T11:44:18.815-04:002013-09-12T11:44:18.815-04:00Awww, nicely written with poetic imagery. I remem...Awww, nicely written with poetic imagery. I remember those nights of creeping out of bedrooms. It doesn't go away until past the Tooth Fairy stage, when you have to sneak that money under the pillow and then make it back to the door.<br /><br />I recall one time when I thought my daughter was asleep and she asked me what I was doing, (hand under pillow). I told her I was fluffing up the pillows and "go back to sleep now." For some unknown, and grace filled reason, it worked. <br /><br />:) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786110500379916465noreply@blogger.com