Grandpa and Grandma put the boys to bed last night. This is great on so many levels: the boys love it, my parents gets some one-on-one time with my little stinkers, and Pierre and I get a break from the nighttime routine. Win-win for everyone.
After Grandma gave the boys a bath, got them into matching pajamas, brushed teeth, and read them a book, Grandpa took over for one last story. No book needed. My dad is a great storyteller. Last night, the boys heard a tale about a sleepy troll who lived under a bridge. The grumpy-old troll was trying to nap while two naughty little boys (know any?) were busy stomping on his bridge. The boys were completely enraptured, hanging on Grandpa’s every word! Well…almost.
Suddenly, part-way through the story, Nicholas told Grandpa, “Stop. Pause!” and jumped out of the bed. He ran quickly into the living-room, where my mom and I were sitting:
“Mommy! Grandma! Grandpa isn’t letting us sleep. He’s keeping us up!”
Then, Nicholas left as quickly as he had appeared, and barefooted his way back to the bedroom where he jumped back into the bed, and told Grandpa:
“Ok. Tell me more.” Story that is.
Little bum.
xo Naomi
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