and the little one has been washed
and brushed
and lotioned
and jammied.
But, as we were heading towards the bedroom,
the finish line,
she heard music playing from downstairs.
And she perked up.
“Dance party, please, mommy?”
She wants to have a dance party with me.
She said please.
Now how can I argue with that?
So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind of lullaby.
(The very best kind.)