I kiss my daughter on the forehead, she is still busy chatting about something that has happened earlier today. Something I am not sure that really happened, just part of her overly active toddler imagination. I whisper “good night, I love you.”
She is still busy chatting when I hit the doorway, looking back at her one more time. I am unsure if she is talking to me or the small animal shelter of plush pets on her bed.