...and Goodnight

Last night was my night to put Oliver to bed. I laid him down and he patted his mattress and said, “up here,” so I joined him. He made sure I was suitably covered with the blanket and, since he doesn’t want to miss out on anything, made sure everybody else was already asleep. “Natalie is sleeping?” he asked. “Natalie is sleeping,” I responded. “Tiger is sleeping?” “Tiger is sleeping.” “Doggies are sleeping?” “Doggies are sleeping.” “Ice cream is sleeping?” “Ice cream is sleeping.” Once he was satisfied he proceeded to toss and turn until, exasperated, I got up and went to watch TV. Oliver followed.

Saturday Night Live was on, Janet Jackson was hosting. During the musical number Oliver was watching the dancers. My wife told Oliver to go dance. “Noooo,” he said. I joined in, “Go dance Ollie.” He got a bit shy then stepped out and danced. It was 11:30, Janet Jackson was on TV, and my 2 year old was dancing like a 2 year old. It was, of course, gorgeous.

And then Oliver went with mommy to bed.


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