Last week, after we put Wylie to bed, he was still rustling around upstairs. I went up to check on him, and found this. He was sitting up in bed, with this headlamp on, "reading" a book written by Adam's dad. Ever since we told him that Pepaw wrote the book, he had been toting it around and sleeping with it.
Instead of telling him to go to bed, I grabbed my phone, snapped a picture, and gave him a kiss. As I headed downstairs, I was so proud of my little reader. What mom wouldn't love this broken rule?
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