Tuesday, September 7, 2010
He's almost ten, but he still wants to be tucked in at night, with his stuffed bunny and his pile of books at his head. I'm so glad that I'm home to do this now, and that he didn't outgrow it while I was out traveling for work. The good-night tuck is a ruse - he ends up staying awake later than he should reading anything he can get his hands on, not unlike I did as a child. And that's OK.