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I was reading Doctor Dolittle's Post Office to Sebastian last night; we were in the bed-tent. You'd think he'd be bored by a 359-page book that was written in the 1930s, but he's told me several times while we're reading that he thinks Doctor Dolittle is really interesting.
He was bundled up in his pajamas, and was wearing a penguin nightcap that the mother of a friend of his gave him. It has eyes and a little penguin beak, and looks very cute and silly.
Still reading, I glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed. His giant head was propped up on his arm, and he didn't look very comfortable. As I watched, his face sloooowly tipped forward towards the pillow.
Then he jerked back up, and his eyelids fluttered open for a moment. But he was too tired; once again his enormous little face toppled pillow-wards in slow motion.
Moments later, I heard the unmistakable sound of quiet little-boy snores. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing as I got out of bed, turned off the light, and put the book away.
He was bundled up in his pajamas, and was wearing a penguin nightcap that the mother of a friend of his gave him. It has eyes and a little penguin beak, and looks very cute and silly.
Still reading, I glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed. His giant head was propped up on his arm, and he didn't look very comfortable. As I watched, his face sloooowly tipped forward towards the pillow.
Then he jerked back up, and his eyelids fluttered open for a moment. But he was too tired; once again his enormous little face toppled pillow-wards in slow motion.
Moments later, I heard the unmistakable sound of quiet little-boy snores. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing as I got out of bed, turned off the light, and put the book away.