We taught Regina how we try to celebrate our lasts. It is easy to celebrate the firsts for things but being intentional about celebrating lasts is much more difficult. Max is the king in our house for milking the ”lasts.”
So at 9:55, he comes down asking for a story. I give in only to a Little Critter (they are short and sweet.)
I finished the book and he flops backwards and says, ”carry me to bed.”
I said, ”This might be the last time I do this because you are a big kid.”
He whispered back, ”No it won’t, ” and then giggles.