I sent Clif to the grocery (Wal Mart) tonight. I usually go, but he volunteered. And if he wants to go, I say let him go! That's a chore that gets very old.
While he was gone I got the kids tucked in (or so I thought). I was in the kitchen doing the after bedtime kitchen grind, when I took a wee little break to check email. We have a loft upstairs that he frequently comes out to indicate that he's not really ready to go to sleep. My back was to the stairs and I heard this soft little throat clearing. I tried to ignore it for about 30 seconds and then heard a second faint little, 'ahem'.
Austin was sitting at the banister waiting for me to look up. I went to the kitchen sink and looked up to see those sweet little eyes staring down at me. He said, "I need help with PJs." I obliged and headed up the stairs. Then he blurts out, "And Big Bird needs PJs too!"
Luckily, Mom had her cell phone in her pocket (aren't I smart?). The first picture is what I saw when I entered his room. Isn't he sweet? He had carefully tucked Big Bird in. He had PJs picked out for both of them. The second shot is after the PJs.