Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Conspiring Bros

Nothing too insightful or reflective tonight. Just a funny, happy story. Last night, about 9:45 (an hour and 45 mins after lights out) I could hear Blake's little feet scurrying up his bunkbed ladder. I peeked in (it's totally dark too) to see Blake standing on his bed. He says, "What? I was just getting Etienne a book. You want us to read don't you?" I looked at Etienne, who was fake sleeping and snoring, with a pile of books on his pillow and Blake-y just giggling. What more could a mama ask for?

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