Mar 25, 2010 22:10
LJ had sports day today, so she's exhausted. Within seconds of her head hitting the pillow, she was dead to the world. I crept into her room a few minutes ago, as doting parents are want to do, to check on her and steal a sleepy cuddle.
"I love you best in the world," I whispered.
She surprised me by responding. "I love you best in the world," she murmured. "I love you even more than I love drink bottles." A pause. "And, talking about drink bottles..."
"Would you like a drink, clever kid?"
"Yes, please."
Greet the Fire as Your Friend,
SF