H, tonight we watched some late night Netflix together.

See, mom and I tucked you in around 8:30, as usual.

Fifteen minutes later, after mom and I had gotten our dinner ready and were eating in bed – watching Jim Gaffigan’s new stand-up special – you came strolling back into our bedroom like it was noon on a Saturday.

You had a smile on your face and crawled up in the bed to sit with us.

After sampling some of our food, I changed the channel at your request, and we all watched The Great British Baking Show.

We even shared a small bowl of ice cream while we watched.

You asked if you could stay and sleep on a homemade pallet in the corner of our room.

Of course, we let you.

You were probably down again by 9:30.

Honestly, you can steal some of our personal time again, if you want to.

I love you.

-Dad