Good Times

Tonight after books, I was laying with Maia and rubbing her little foot and leg, like I do most nights, and she whispered in her breathy little voice,

"Mama."
"Shhhh, nigh-night Maia."
"Mama, today there was music and Jeff [the music teacher] swallowed a frog."

I lay there for a few seconds trying to figure out what might have happened for her to say that, and then I got it. Ah.

"So did his voice sound a little funny?"
"Yeah." Giggle, giggle.

And then I started giggling and we both giggled until,

"SHHhhh! Stop giggling!" Sofia scolded from the top bunk. Oh, man. That's good stuff. Giggle.