I've been reading bedtime stories to youl since you were born. Last night, you said, "Papa, I want to read you a story." So you did. I'd be lying if the moment didn't cause me to shed a tear or two. You may not be able to read the words, but you narrated every single picture for me. You start pre-school in a couple of weeks and we were asked to send the school a picture of you for your cubby. When we asked you which one you would like to use, you chose this one. When I took this pic of you, Mama was asking you to make a face like when you think of Papa... The result was this sweet face.