Dear Caden,
One of your favorite bedtime stories is Goodnight Moon. It is a must read Every. Single. Night. You love pointing out and naming everything on the pages, but lately you have become quite fixated on the fire in the fireplace. You excitedly yell, "Hot! Fire! No! No! Don't touch! Hot!" and proceed to blow, with massive quantities of spit joining in, on the picture of the fire as if to blow it out. Every. Single. Time. Multiple. Times. When we turn the page you will ask, "Where'd it go? Where's the fire? Fire out!" Every. Single. Time. Multiple. Times. That is, until we turn the page and see the fire yet again.
However I must warn you that there is a twisted version out there. I guess we will wait until you are a bit older to share with you that 'Quiet old lady whispering hush' will later cook 'The cow that jumps over the moon' in the book with your beloved fire in order to make some delicious steaks. Tonight would be too soon, no? Perhaps I will let you figure that one out on your own.
I blame Uncle Nate for introducing to Mommy what real steak tastes like and making Mommy even go down this path. It is his fault.
Love,
Mommy
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