Story Time
It was too late, we were too tired. I’d just spent about a half an hour scrambling to get the house moderately clean while trying to find some substance (other than candy or cookies) that would be an acceptable dinner choice. Finally I was brushing my teeth and she was sitting in Tiny Bed reading to herself.
“Come here, I want to read you this book”
And so I sat next to her listening to her “read” “Pat the Bunny” (My two favorite parts were the lines “this is Judy and and and and and Paul, that’s right, Paul” and “How big is bunny? Very big.”). She smelled like the fruit she ate for diner. We both were both finally relaxed.
And then I stood up and realized I had been sitting in a small puddle on the middle of the bed. And so it began again.