It's a deal

Last night, after a smooth transition from school --> dinner --> Dora --> bath--> books --> bedtime, I was sitting in the rocking chair in Reilly’s darkened room, counting to sixty.

After I counted to sixty, I got up quietly from the rocking chair, but Reilly heard my movement and popped her head up. She reached out her arm to me.

“Daddy, shake my hand.”
I walked over to the crib, shook her hand, and said, “Goodnight sweetpea.”
And she said, “I love you daddy.”