Nie-nie, part 3

Last night Rachel asked for "Daddy books. Daddy books. Daddy books." She was remarkably patient when Drew asked her to wait until he finished his salad. Then they toddled off to her bedroom with barely a backward glance at Mommy. Sigh.

At least she still lets me put on her slippers. She won't let Drew do it -- maybe I'm better at that sort of thing?

Anyway, Drew told me later that after she lay the washcloth over her duckies in the tub, she turned to him, put her finger to her lips and said, "sshhh."

"Are the duckies sleeping?" Drew whispered back.

"Yah," she said.

Is it any wonder we find her absolutely magical?