Night, Night

When Daniel was really small, just starting to talk, his Mom would take him in his room and he would say, "night, night" to me.

But that stopped months ago. It was more like this:

Jarl: "Night, night, Daniel!"

Daniel: "..."

Christy: "Say night, night to your father."

Daniel: "...cookie!" "...milk!" "...tofu!" "...egg-grop soup!"

It was a battle for wills.

So, I am quite overcome to report that I have been honored, once again, with a "night, night" from my son for the past two nights in a row.