Tonight Will was trying to get me to sleep on the couch. He asked if I wanted a story and of course I said yes. Here was his story:
“Once upon a time there was a tractor plowing a field. There was a combine picking corn and dumping it into a wagon. Once upon a time. The end.”
And while I was putting him to bed he wanted me to sing him Rock A Bye Baby, the version where I catch him instead of him falling. I had no idea he listened that closely.