Every night at bedtime we read "Goodnight Moon". Nathan requests it with an enthusiastic "moon, moon!".
We have little rituals as we go through the book. The mouse squeaks, the kittens miaow, and for reasons I have never understood, Nathan always smells the picture of the three little bears sitting in chairs. I lift his hand up to my mouth to "shush" against it and now he puts his little hand up as soon as the page appears, and giggles with delight when I tickle his palm.
The part I really love, though, the thing I know I'll miss the most as he gets older and wiser is "Good night Air". When we turn to that page, speckled with stars across the top and a white void at the bottom, Nathan reaches up and wiggles his ears.
Good night ears.
What does he know of air, anyway?
Ears he knows, and every bedtime we tell them good night.
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