I had just completed my -ahem- daily doody last night when who other than Emma should saunter into the bathroom. She deftly balanced the two books she was carrying — Grover and the Monster at the End of the Book and Good Egg — upon the arm of my adjacent wheelchair and proceeded to climb atop the seat. When she had gotten comfortable, she began to “read” to me. When she got tired of “reading” she showed me the pictures. After that she told me a few stories about her day. And then she left.
It was the sweetest and most surreal ten minutes a father and daughter have ever spent together.
Typed by Bobble Mom