One of the joys of hanging out with 7-year old granddaughters is to sit and chat and read and tell stories as they drift off to sleep — though Lillian isn’t actually much of a drifter. She talks, sings, bounces, kicks, squirms, rolls and flops herself to sleep. Here she is as she was just after sleep conquered her last night.
She said, “You know, what, ePa?” Between that and my answer (“No. What?”), she fell asleep, head hanging off the mattress, stuffed dragon in her hand, stuffed purple spider by her side, legs wrapped around her pillow.
She is a joy.
The Denby Clan 