OR Images/DigitalVision/Getty ImagesEvery night before I go to sleep, I spend a few moments clearing out my bed: books, a few plastic pieces of food, a doll or stuffed animal or two, and almost always a fistful of crumbs from someone’s Goldfish crackers or granola bar or popcorn eaten after school.Because my three daughters treat my bed — my entire bedroom, honestly — like it’s just an extension of their own. Forget raising living room kids or bedroom kids; I’m clearly raising “parents’ bedroom kids.”Does it mean anything?My own mom tells me that going into her parents’ bedroom as a kid was pr...
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