Little Riv, going to bed is not your favourite thing; I think you hate missing out on all the fun.  Each night when I say it’s time to go your bed and Momma is going to mine, you put your arms around my neck and say, “Sad, Momma.”  I’m always sad to leave you too, darling.  But we have a big kiss and hug and I tell you we will have lots of fun tomorrow.