Sometimes life requires me to have irregular hours, so on those strange days...Kinsey puts me to bed.
Tonight this is the story she told me:
"Mommy this story will be a little bit scary and a lot nice, okay?
Once a long time ago, you heard fireworks and they were loud and woke you up. But i slept through the fireworks and i loved you. The end."
She was right. That story was a lot nice.