Bedtime Stories ...

Climbing into the bottom bunk with my toothpasty three year old son to read him his daily bedtime story is one of my favourite times.

The day’s stresses are history when we conspire to choose a story and squish up close to share a pillow.

My arm has to go around him in just the right snugly-safe way and he has to tell me what the story is about before he allows me to start reading.

It’s a ritual now. Our special moment in time where he amazes me daily with his growing perception and humour and his natural interest in the words on the page as well as the pictures.