The boys read books to themselves in bed while Cliff and I read and sit in our rocking chairs. Tonight I brought up "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" for Luke. It's full of Seussian nonsense characters.
Luke (whispering and half sitting up to peer at me through the crib bars): "Mommy! Mommy! Whats that?"
So I haul my petard out of the chair and reluctantly indulge him in his postponement of slumber, "What?"
"That!" He whispers, pointing at a crazy Seuss character who looks sad.
"Yeah. What kind of creature, Mommy?"
"It's a...yellow creature."
"Yeah. What that yellow creature called, Mommy?"
He could see my shoulders shaking and he grinned a little from behind his pakpak.