Katie had a rough afternoon. She's struggling with allergies and a cough. She told me that some girls at school don't like her because she's not good at sports. She read a sad story in her new fairy tale book (the Easter Bunny really should have screened that book).
Instead of reading a chapter from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (too intense for sensitive nights), I read her the P.D. Eastman classic story book Are You My Mother?
As I was reading, snuggled next to Katie in bed, Cooper began a dramatic performance, acting as both the baby bird and the random animals and objects in the book.
They were both giggly when I tucked them in.
Katie's last words before falling asleep, called out from her room to Cooper's: "Cooper, are you my brother?"
And his: "Yes!"