Like many toddlers, Matthew insists on the same stories at bedtime. They must be read in the same order, every night, no skipping, ever.
The very last is "I Love You, Goodnight" and is a simple litany of things that a certain Mama mouse loves, the way she loves her child: "I love you, like I love blueberry pancakes. I love you like the moon at night.." etc.
Well, tonight, Mr. Matthew switched it up, much to my surprise and delight. Instead of tucking in and getting comfy so that I could read to him, he read to me. Every. Last. Word.
So far, it pretty much rates up there in the Top Ten Favourite Matthew Moments. I know that he wasn't really reading so much as repeating the stories he's memorized, but oh, who cares.
My son, beloved heart, read me a goodnight story.
Sweet dreams, indeed!