Bedtime can be a
It can involve
Toothpaste being spit on the mirror,
Finding “just the right”
(which, by the way, can be an ordeal.)
Usually it involves
Getting at least ten kisses a piece.
I know it’s a delay tactic
But isn’t that
And then we lay on our bellies
And look out the window
That doubles as my headboard
And count the colors of the sunset.
He will try to call to the sheep,
They will answer back.
He will ask for
Even if I don’t have a book.
hummed a whole bunch of nonsense.
The magic confetti that Ms Ferguson gave me didn’t work…
I’m not sleepy…”
I look over and he is drooling on my pillow.