Bedtime story with Sawyer- sigh. Everything was going well, he picked a Christmas book out, we read it. Then I picked one, another Christmas book, and he started a fight. I don’t know why I fight back- probably because we’re so alike. My final straw was when he said… And T-H-E does not spell the. I can’t even argue with that nonsense- well, I shouldn’t anyway. But, I did. Now we are both laying in bed, back to back, silently. I’m over it now. It’s nice to feel him breathing against me. He’s so little, and he is fighting in a big world- poor guy must be exhausted.
Okay- we made up. We ended up reading The Hobbit. He actually listened to 15 pages of it. He knew a few of the lines as I was reading, clearly Chase’s influence. I love him!!