No matter how tired she got yesterday, CJ insisted she didn’t need to go to bed. This behavior used to puzzle me, but yesterday I thought about what her day was like: breakfast out, trip to waterfall, finger painting, listening to her favorite music while daddy drives her to an amusement park, pony ride, snow cone. Who would want a day like that to end?
200 years ago she would have spent the day threshing wheat with me or something. I bet those kids went to bed, no questions asked.