As I tucked the blankets around my daughter tonight, I asked, “Honey, are you going to sleep with that hat on?”
She had pulled a stocking cap down over her ears.
“Yes,” she answered. “It’s like I’m camping on the Appalachian Trail. Is it okay if I wear my gloves, too?”
I paused. She was gazing up at me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes, you may wear your gloves,” I said. Then I gave her a kiss and turned out the light.
As I left the room, she asked me to turn on the ceiling fan. So it would be more like camping in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
I really hope she can sustain this level of enthusiasm for the next 10 years or so. Or at least long enough that we can save on heating costs this winter.
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