Night Night

When we tuck the girls into bed Gene and I both have little things we like to say with the girls.

Mine:

Me: What are you going to dream of?

Girls: Rainbows and hearts.

Me: I'll see you when?

Girls: When the sun comes up.

Gene's:

The night was dark and the moon was blue.

Down the alley the poop wagon flew.

(girls make horse hooves noise)

It hit a bump,

(girls make bump noise)

and a scream was heard.

(someone screams)

A man was killed by a flying turd.

(girls make crazy tongue hanging out faces)

That is one of our bedtime rituals. The other is snuggling with a book.