While we were in Florida, I made a shocking discovery. Chris is better at reading Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus than me.
Jayce had a little bed set up beside our bed, and a small selection of books. This one made the list almost every night.
Chris curled up beside him and they read away. His pigeon voice is pretty funny.
I tried to sneak up on them, kind of, and hid on the other side of the bed.
But Jayce stopped Chris, and told him, “Dad, tell Mom, cheeeeeeeese!”
But then they went back to reading and laughing.
The pigeon got a spanking for throwing a tantrum, as instructed by Jayce.
And I instructed them to read it a second time while I fiddled with my camera settings.
I just might leave this story to Chris from now on though. He’s such a pro.