What’s that I see?
My little guy toddling around the corner in just his underwear and cowboy boots tightly gripping his treasures: his snuggly blue satin blanket, a loaded nerf gun and 3 tattered books.
My face relaxes. It must be almost bedtime.
I panic a little.
Please. Lord. Can you make sure he grabbed Pout, Pout Fish, Good Night Moon, and The Lorax tonight? I’m just so tired. I don’t think I will survive reading _____________ tonight.