H, we told bedtime stories to each other last night after prayers.

It was just perfect.

We all read and said prayers together, sure. But then mom went to tuck in K and I stayed to snuggle you for just a bit.

You asked if we could tell each other stories. I said yes. And you insisted on going first.

You did a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood with some of the most ferocious and spooky voice techniques for the proper effect.

I told a story about a beautiful girl in a castle who happened to have your name. She had three awful step-sisters, with your aunt’s names. A fairy-godmother with “K’s ” name.

At in the end she met a prince who happen to have MY name.

With each familiar layer you got more and more excited.

By the end, I nearly had to peel you off the ceiling you were pinging around with so much energy.

When we were all done, you asked me:

You wish you recorded all that, don’t you?

Because I keep telling you I want us to start a podcast where you and I talk about things.

We would keep it for ourselves at first, and then maybe publish it all one day if we felt like it.

Your right though…

I wish I did have it all recorded.

I love you.

-Dad