Sometimes

Sometimes (most of the time, truth be told) I absolutely love my kids.
But sometimes, just sometimes, they give me extra reason: this evening LOML and I walked into the living room, only to be told by Boo and Skibo that we had to get out. We weren't welcome.

The reason? They were playing school, and Boo was sitting there, reading a book to Boo. We watched through the crack of the door for a moment, then gave them their privacy. One of the loveliest things about it was that Boo was reading a book far more sophisticated than the ones she'll try to read to LOML and me.

Yours, just basking in the joy,
N.