Legend has had his bath, his stories, his song, and has been tucked in bed and kissed sweetly good-night. Daddy and I close the door quietly behind us, tip-toe back downstairs and flop on the couches, glad for a day's end.
We hear Legend's door bang open, then slam shut, and then the stomp-stomp of toddler feet.
Legend pauses at the top of the stairs and yells down happily, "Hi Legend!"
No, honey, that is not quite the reception you will be getting just now. Try us in 10 hours or so.
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