Bedtime For Sweet Creatures.

Your bookshelf is noisy with stories. Which one?” I ask. You point, frozen like a fawn until you hear “Once upon a time. It’s bedtime, but Mommy’s little boy is not sleepy. He growls like a bear, he questions like an owl, he tosses his mane like a lion. He hunts for water like a sly wolf and hides like a snake. Mommy needs to wrangle her sweet creature in bed so that the whole family can sleep.