Right around the time we were getting ready to ship you off to bed, you walked into our room dragging a box top, your special green blanket, and a stuffed bear.
You set the box top down, laid down inside of it and pulled your blanket up over your body.
"Um... exactly what are you doing?" I asked.
"Sleeping," you replied. "Shhhhhh."
That wee bit of über-adorableness was all it took to win a pajama party with your mother and father. We slid a disc into the DVD player, hopped into bed and snuggled in.
Now, you're sleeping for real, taking up more than your fair share of the bed, and I'm trying to keep from falling over the side.
Maybe I should have just let you sleep in the box.
Love,
dad
1 comment:
You do know that this is NOT an average child...right?
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