I was grateful for that sigh.

At bedtime, he carried the crown upstairs, then brought it down again because he wanted it beside the cake leftovers.

I persuaded him that frosting and paper were poor neighbors.

He settled for the dining room table.

Ethan helped him brush his teeth.

I waited in the bedroom and straightened the blanket while listening to them argue gently about how much toothpaste was enough.

Noah came in and climbed into bed.