When Riley is sick, either a little bit or a lot, I like to put him in with me at night so I can keep an eye and a close ear on him. Last night, even though he was quite a bit better than the night before and the morning, I tucked him in my bed then went to have my own bath (with newly chosen book from my pile). This is what I saw when I came out and was ready to hit the sheets:
How does one small-for-his-age six year-old manage to occupy a queen size bed? Easily, it seems. But I love him.
Stories from 2018 – 08 – Thirteen!!!
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