Mr C: "B, will you read to me?"
Ms B: "Sure, let's sit in front of the fire."

And of course Baby S wanted in on the action. Ms B put her arm around him to make sure he didn't fall backwards, even though all he wanted to do was eat turn the page.

Believe it or not, Ms B tucked Mr C in for his nap and read him one last story.

It's times like these, it is so, so obvious why we have 3 children. It almost makes me want to have another one. Luckily one yells at the other and I come back to reality :)