At this exact moment, India is lying in her bed singing Sufjan Stevens (They are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbours!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ah!!!!) but she doesn't know how to spell Illinois, so she's making it up.
Now, she's told me to get back into bed and that we can't snuggle this morning. She came back downstairs and, with my mom's help, brought me a tray with coffee, Corn Pops, orange juice and pretzels (?).
Have I said recently how much I love being her mom?
I love being her mom.
