Before we tell you about our trip to Canada, I wanted to tell you what our boy — yes, that cheeky one in the picture above — did the other night.
I was soaking in the tub while Dave got him ready for bed. “Go and say goodnight to Mommy. Quickly …”
So he comes into the bathroom with a big grin, “Night, Mommy …” Then his forehead wrinkles up and he disappears out the door again. I hear him running to our bedroom, shouting, “You NEEDA book …”
He comes back, carrying the library book from next to my bed, Grace (Eventually) by Anne Lamott. “You needa a book, Mommy. You reada a book inna bathtub!”
And off he saunters to bed, very chuffed with himself!