sleep, sleep tonight and may your dreams be realized
The kids wanted to watch House last night, so Anne and I (and both our dogs and our cat) retired to our bedroom, where we watched The Sopranos on DVD (we're up to the third episode of season two, so don't post any spoilers or I'll break your freakin' legs. /toughguy) Around 9:45, Nolan came into our room.
"Aren't you watching House?" I said.
"Yeah, but I'm really tired and I've got a test tomorrow," he said. "I think I'm just going to go to bed."
Nolan turns fourteen in just over two weeks, and I'm constantly impressed by the level of responsibility he shows. When I was his age, I never would have gone to bed on my own, test or not.
"That's very responsible," Anne said.
Nolan smiled, and walked around to my side of the bed. I raised my arms to hug him, but he knelt down to the floor, where Ferris was sleeping. He kissed her head. "Goodnight, Ferris' head," he said. She grunted, and happily stretched herself out across the floor.
He walked back to the foot of the bed, where he leaned down and hugged my leg.
"Goodnight, Wil's leg," he said.
I looked at my wife. She smiled back at me.
My cat was curled up in a tight little ball between our feet. Nolan stroked his ear. "Goodnight, Biko's ear," he said. He stretched out one little white paw and purred.
Nolan looked down, knelt out of my field of vision and said, "Goodnight, Riley Monster's nose." Her tail thump thump thump thumped against the bed.
He stood up and walked over to Anne. He put his arms around her, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Mom's cheek," he said.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," she said.
Nolan stood up and smiled. He as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom, he called out, "I love you guys!"
"I love you too," Anne said.
"I love you too," I said. "Goodnight, Nolan's voice,"
I heard him giggle as he closed his bedroom door.