Child prodigy

My only piece of writing for today is to reflect on this:

After a protracted bedtime battle - of getting up and laying down, of asking for water or milk or any form of nightly thirst-quenchers, of chatting and laughing and climbing, of toys repossessed and blankets redistributed - I find the boy asleep (finally!), nearly upright in bed, with The Magician's Nephew laying on chest, safely cuddled by a protective arm.

I heart that kid.