Cute moments in bedtime...

Getting ready for nummies tonight, a tired GZ was climbing into my bed when I said (as usual), "uh-oh... where's my book?" The only way I ever agreed to breastfeed anybody was if I could read the whole time. That's the deal. I confess: it hasn't been the nummies so much, these last nearly-6.5 years I've been nursing (not all the same kid!), as the excuse to curl up with a book for at least 10-15 minutes a couple of times a day.

Anyway, so there I was, no book. After I announced that, GZ slipped out of the room while I searched for my book. I figured he was just running away - as usual - until he came back a couple of minutes later with a copy of The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd, which I picked up free somewhere (and which I'm not sure I'll even read, because I didn't love her bees one).

As he waved the book proudly, he announced, "here you go - a grown-up book!" And indeed, it was. By that time, I had found the actual book I wanted to be reading, but I thanked him terrifically and gazed at it with what I hope was the proper admiration for his resourcefulness.

Perhaps the kid deserves to be Prime Minister after all...


  1. He is, hands down, the perfect choice for Prime Minister. So darn cute!!!


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