Like the gazelles who were your "prey" today at school, you move gracefully through 5.
You make silly jokes and count to 10 in Spanish.
Tonight, when bedtime was mentioned, you raced us up the stairs. Dad made the "pinch me" sign as you eagerly chose your pajamas.
There was 6 minutes of meditation and a late-entry snack of apples.
Now, as you sleep, I think of the next day with you and await the weekend smiles.