Saturday, August 23, 2008


Tonight it was my turn to put Bean-girl to sleep.

It had been a long day. Husband could see how frazzled I was. And he volunteered to do the night-time routine with the Bean in my stead.

He and I stood together in Bean-girl's bedroom, and he asked, "Who do you want to put you to sleep, Bean-girl?"

She looked in turn at both of us, smiled slyly, and said. . . "Daddy!"

For the first time that I can ever remember. The first time in her three and a half years in this planet. She chose her father.


1 comment:

Mimi said...

awe! that is such a nice story... nap time, yeah!