Good-night traditions

I remember when I was little, my dad would always tuck us in. When he gave us our good night kiss he would teasingly rub his whiskers on our cheeks. I think the risk, and danger of possibly getting hurt, by whisker burn added to the thrill. I also remember Eskimo kisses, rubbing noses, and butterfly kisses, when you hold someone's hand up to your eye and blink so they feel butterfly wings in their palm.
When Ariel was really little she had to have a kiss from both of us on her forehead, nose, and each cheek, and she did likewise. It was our tradition. Now when we tuck the kids in, they each get a kiss, one from both of us if they are lucky, and on a really good night they get a "scary kiss," their favorite. That is when I hold my hands in front of my nose palm to palm while still standing then fall toward the child, my hands aimed directly at their nose, until almost reaching it at which point my hands part to catch me on either side of their pillow so my head is hovering above their's at which point I give them a gentle kiss on the forehead. Thrilling.
For some reason this evening I remembered the Eskimo kisses and butterfly kisses and Adriana and Annika loved them, maybe it will be a new tradition.