Like my good friend Tevye, I am a big believer in traditions.

I'm not talking about big turkey dinners or family potato sack races. (I am officially exempt from such traditions until my youngest is sleeping through the night. Better yet, till he's potty trained).

I'm talking about the date I have from 8:10 to 9:00 every night with this guy.

The one under all the kids.

And one or both of these guys.

And these guys.


I won't say it's the best part of my day, because that would make me a terrible mother, wouldn't it?