Phill and I arrived home from a night at the movies around 10PM. I expected to see our babysitter in the family room. Nope.
I climbed the back stairs where I met Larien halfway with an exasperated babysitter behind her.
"Larien," I asked, "why are you still awake?"
Babysitter answered, "She said she couldn't sleep until her dad read 101 Damatians to her."
"Oh." My eyes widened in recognition. "Poor Phill," I added, "he's about to fall over from being on call all weekend."
Phill did read one chapter to her as he had done for the week before. Our leaving to see Mom Mom got in the way.
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