Mom of the Year

It's true. I won this prestigious award, given by myself to myself. Last night I put John Dickson to bed and then left to go to the grocery store. About an hour after I had put John Dickson down, who was at that point screaming his head off, Adam calls me to see if I can guess what I forgot to do when I put him down.

Reading books? Check
Elmo? Check
Blankie? Check
Pajamas he cannot take off of himself? Check
Nothing in reach of the crib? Check
Kisses? Check

I was stumped. Any idea???

Ah yes, that's it. I left the light on.

Mom of the Year.