Ben and I try to pass on good values to our kids; things like honesty, self-sufficiency, etc. In addition to -- and probably more important than -- self-sufficiency though we try to show the kids how to be loving and helpful to each other. One of the ways this happens is, occasionally, we let one kid go through the motions of putting the other siblings to bed while we supervise.
One night it was Liam's turn to put the girls to bed and he couldn't
have been prouder of himself. He remembered all the steps. He told
Darcie to go potty and put a pull-up on, he reminded us to brush their
teeth and pray, he played with his sisters like his daddy usually does,
and then he tucked them in, kissed them, and turned off the light.
Ben and I left the room and stood in the hallway so that he could have
the privilege of saying the final goodnights. Liam stood in the doorway
with his hand on the knob, blew his two sisters kisses, and said
goodnight to them. Then, just as the door was almost closed, he
remembered something he (assumably) felt he ought to have said. He
pointed to the darkest corner in the room that the nightlights didn't
reach and said "oh, and that one is going to get you when you sleep."
And then he shut the door.