After the kids are in bed, my husband and I usually watch a TV show together before I crash. Every so often we are interrupted....
We heard the footsteps coming. These were not the pouty footsteps, which was nice. Pouty interruptions are the worst. These were slightly cautious, excited footsteps.
Cody's grinning face looked down at us from the stairs. He was holding the two books I'd read to him just before bed.
Oh my God, he is so adorable. This is not good. Be strong! Straight face.
I said, "There is no reason for you to be here right now."
He took a few more steps down the stairs. "I was just thinking about these books, and a new song came into my head! A song about these two books!"
I want to hear the song. I want to hear the song. I want to hear the song!
I hid my smile and looked at my husband who took over.
"Cody, go to bed."
"I made up a song about these books!"
He cracked ever so slightly. "We'll talk about it in the morning."
He went back upstairs.
I made it! He didn't see me smiling. I didn't laugh out loud.
I looked at my husband. "I want to hear the song so bad."
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