New blog entry:
The sofa monster, or “The magic of books”
Excerpt:
Li’l D stopped dead when he saw covers shifting on the couch this morning. “Daddy?” he asked, confusion clear in his sweet, high toddler’s voice. He’d just seen Daddy crashed out on his own bed, after all. How could Daddy be in two places at once?
A face emerged from under the covers. Li’l D hid between my legs. Even when the familiar voice of Auntie Sarah greeted him, he stayed firmly locked to my legs.
Two minutes later, he brought Auntie Sarah Eight Chanukah Lights for her to read to him. “Not until you’ve got your pants on!” she chided. I changed his “pants” and returned him to Auntie Sarah, who engaged in the greatest bonding act known to my Li’l D: readingtogether.
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