I had to bite my tongue just now to keep from begging my kids to PLEASE stop reading and get in the bath. I'm so tired I could fall down, and I can't go to sleep until they do (because Kevin is sick and out cold), and they rather desperately need a bath. But -- sitting together on the couch, delightedly reading The Pigeon Needs a Bath and laughing. Together. I would be a bad, cruel mama to stop them. And yet.