Friday, December 25, 2009

Night Night

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


Me: What are you going to dream of?
Girls: Rainbows and hearts.
Me: I'll see you when?
Girls: When the sun comes up.


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.