After dinner, I start awake on the couch with the YouTube video we put on still playing, and Katie attempting to stagger to her feet.
"Going to bed...I'm going to bed," she mumbles, stumbling toward the back of the house.
Later, when I come out of the bathroom brushing my teeth, she's wrapped in a towel from her shower, making coffee for tomorrow morning, and she stops, looks at me, and asks, "Did you just whisper something creepy to me?"
I shake my head no and reply, through a mouth of minty foam, "You need to get some sleep."
One year ago: 'Tis But a Scratch
Two years ago; How Others See Us
Three years ago (one of my personal favorites): Fatherly Advice
Four years ago: Need to Get Me a Hammock
Nine years ago: 6-15-08 Well, thank God I got THAT over with.