... followed every bath.
A monogrammed towel,
A godmothers gift,
A tent for sure.
"No light... Stop all the light!"
... a wee bitty body crawls on my lap.
As I sit on the sink stool,
As we cover in the towel,
As all light is stopped for sure.
"Daddy, um... lets make the tent...."
... as a gangly boy climbs on board.
we drape the tent towel over,
we try to stop the little bits of light,
we notice that my lap has shrunk, for sure.
We need a bigger towel