A Bedtime Story....

At approx. 10:45 last night, as all four kids were finally settled in their beds, I heard a gentle call from Erin’s room.

“Dad? Dad?”

I walked in and sat down on the edge of her bed, and said to her, ‘What’s up? Do you need to have a daddy-daughter talk?”

She smiled embarrassingly before handing me a set of still-warm earrings and pointing to the location on her bookcase where she wanted them placed.

At least she did ask for a goodnight hug afterwards--though she didn’t bother to sit up--so I guess she does know how to show at least some affection to her servants.