It’s gone nine on a Friday night, way past Sam’s bedtime. I’m beavering away creating on the sewing machine in the other room and eavesdropping on the conversation between Sam and Daddy:
Bedtime Sam, ready for a bedtime story?
Noooo! Play train tracks!
What would you like to read? How about “A Very Busy Day”?
I’m going to read it. It’s good. I’m going to go into your room and read a bedtime story.