Favorite Book

Last night Matthew decided he had a new favorite book. It's nothing special. A small book about dinosaurs and shapes that his grandparents gave to him for his birthday. But before bedtime, Jen had to read it four times. And then he wanted to sleep with the book. I didn't know all this at the time. Then at 2:00 AM he woke me up and I went in to see what the problem was. He was standing up in his crib with a pacifier in his mouth and his book held open. He said "Daddy, sit . . . book". I told him no way. It was the middle of the night and it was time to sleep. I put the book back into his crib and laid him back down. He went right back to sleep, but then this morning, he came out to the living room with the book again. He carefully moved the newspaper from beside me to the other end of the couch and then crawled up next to me and said, "Daddy, book." So I read the book to him, three times.