We heard the pitter patter of feet shortly after he was tucked in for the night. Technically, it was less pitter pattery and more stomper stompy. Because he does nothing gently. Either way, it required investigation. We're sticklers for bedtime.
So, up Jonathan went to see what he was doing.
He found him laying on our bed gazing out the west facing window. Jonathan asked what he was doing.
"Watching the sunset, Daddy."
And that's the story of how a coupla stickers turned into big softies.
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