Dash has become a master procrastinator at bedtime. One more kiss, one more cup of water, one more book, one more run downstairs to hug Ella. And once he is finally in his bed, he keeps up a non-stop line of questions that keep you in his room. Tonight I stood by his bed, holding his sweet little warm hand through the crib bars as he asked me a series of questions:
"Mommy, is it the middle of the night?"
"Mommy, are you going on your trip tonight or tomorrow?"
"Mommy, who is coming to take care of me tomorrow?"
"Mommy, when are we going on a trip together?"
"Mommy, what is today called?"
And on and on he asked. I kept answering but finally told him it was time for just one more question. His response:
"Mommy, I have a lot of things to say to you."
Which is true. And adorable. And really hard to walk away from. So he might have gotten to ask more than one last question.
