It’s not about the dishes–they don’t have to be clean. Or dried. Or put away.

Just a chance to keep busy before the next chore: bedtime stories. Can’t decide what to read to him. If all else fails, I will choose the bible. He falls asleep fairly quickly anyway.

I’ll start with the Book of Exodus. I won’t get very far. My own eyes will grow heavy.

Maybe I should read something more lively. Dr. Seuss. J.K. Rowling. He says his heart cracks when he learns of Harry Potter’s misfortunes. If he comprehends the bible his heart may never mend. Not a chance I’m willing to take.

In the end I decide on National Geographic. The photography keeps him interested longer than I expected. He starts asking about caribou. We stay up way past his bedtime.