The Power of a Robe

Bath time is over and Liam is bouncing off the walls. I try to get him to settle down. I ask him countless times not to jump on the bed. He is talking 100 miles a minute. After lotion I help him get on his robe, and poof! Quiet! So soft and fuzzy, comfy cozy. It has magical properties that I will never know. Perhaps it is the sense of comfort lingering from the days of being swaddled and rocked to sleep. No idea. I do know that when I wear a robe, I don't really get that sense of calm like he does. I worry about it coming untied and if it is already untied, I am constantly tripping on the string part that ties. Sometimes it makes me to hot. Sometimes not warm enough. And most of the time I just think that the robe is useless and not practical. Seriously, unless you are a kid, who really needs a robe? It is essentially jammies for your jammies. If you are wearing your robe with nothing underneath then you must not have kids, live in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors, and must never expect to have company that has a tendency to drop in with no notice. I think my "robe" is reading a good book before going to sleep. Always seems to calm me down and I am relaxed. Everyone must have a robe of some sort. I wonder what other people's robes are?