This morning I was getting Kirby up (this is not quite right: letting him out of his room is a more accurate description). It was early and I had to be at work early. He did not want his diaper changed right away and he didn’t want to go downstairs. He wanted to sit in his rocker and read a book. So we did. On a work/school morning. When everything is tightly scheduled to get everyone where they need to be on time. We read a story. Nicely (meaning I didn’t skip pages or rush through it).

Enough said.