Tonight at bedtime, Kenly put up a fight. She didn't want to sit. She didn't want to read. She wanted to fight going to bed with every fiber of her being. Here's a snippet from tonight's bedtime ritual.
Mama: We've read four books. It is time for bed.
Kenly: (picking up a book, opening it, and hiding her face) I hiding. (said in a whisper)
Mama: I can still see your feet.
Kenly: (reaching down to touch her toes, forsaking her hiding spot) I find 'em.
She cracks me up.