First evening after first day of work after holidays, we decided to keep the dinner simple: rice and sandwiches (“bread” for The Little One).
As usual, he couldn’t easily find sleep (but finds every possible excuses not to sleep). When it’s my turn to go and comfort him, he finally decides he’ll go to sleep with Bow-bow, his plush dog …
Dad – Good night, Neel
Son – Good night, papa
Son – Thank you for the bread
Then how not to melt? I love you, Son.