Tonight was a different night. But last night, I read Calvin and Hobbes to two. We've read them all, I think, but I keep checking them out because in a pinch (and we are in a pinch often these days), it's the one thing almost guaranteed to get them both. As we cuddled together, three in a twin, a silly one got the best of them. They laughed and laughed, and the one on my right said, "I don't want to break my laugh box!"
That was quickly followed by the question, "Mama... can you die of laughing?"
When they both fell asleep, one on each side of me, I crawled out and left them there, the one immediately rolling to sidle up next to the other. And yes, I went back in after a cup of tea and sat in the floor and did the quickest of sketches. Just enough to remember the moment. Just enough to remember that sketching them - asleep - was how so much of this all started for me.
It seems like forever ago.
I wish all the nights were like last night.
This is definitely a moment for keeping! Breaking his laugh box. I almost died laughing myself. Love, love, love the things that come out of the mouths of our babes.
Amy, how wonderful to see your words in print, it's comforting. My kids love C & H, and the little one (8) decided tonight that she was going to re-read all of our C & H books! I love that they "get" the humour. A good choice, to take a few moments to sketch the boys tonight. We have to remember these moments.