My funny little boy
Tonight, about five minutes after I had read the last book (tonight's selections: Dr. Seuss's Sleep Book, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, and Good Night Moon), finished the last song (tonight's songs: Sweet Baby James, You Are My Sunshine, Imagine and Moon River), tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, I heard a forlorn little voice calling "Mama...Mama..."
I looked up to see a little forlorn figure in footy pajamas, clutching two stuffed fish (tonight's fish: "Mama Fish" and "Bloopie"), standing at the top of the stairs.
"What is it, baby?"
"Mama, are you sure my bed is working? I think it's broken. I tried to sleep, but it's not working."
After another tuck-in, I headed back downstairs. I checked back in two minutes - sound asleep.
Apparently the bed is still working. :)
I looked up to see a little forlorn figure in footy pajamas, clutching two stuffed fish (tonight's fish: "Mama Fish" and "Bloopie"), standing at the top of the stairs.
"What is it, baby?"
"Mama, are you sure my bed is working? I think it's broken. I tried to sleep, but it's not working."
After another tuck-in, I headed back downstairs. I checked back in two minutes - sound asleep.
Apparently the bed is still working. :)