Last night after brushing his teeth Luke disappeared. Naturally I assumed my three-year-old had gotten distracted and wandered off to play race cars, or snag a plate of cookies, or sneak outside with a flashlight to look for owls, or gone to lay a trap for the next person to walk down the hallway. After looking in every other room in the house I finally looked in his and Seamus's shared room. He was laying there in his bed, and when I opened the door he sat up and held his arms out to me. What a sweet hug he gave me! Grammy had been alerted to his absence and came in behind me.
While she squeezed him she said, "What a big boy you are, putting yourself to bed!"
"Oh, yeah," Luke sleepily droned.
"Well, that worked out pretty good for you, didn't it?" asked Grammy.
"No, not really. I couldn't put myself to bed very well. My foot was sticking out."
That boy, oh that marvelous boy!
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