I’d already tucked in my son. I found him playing in the light of the hallway, with his room lit just enough for him to see. I said, “What are you doing? It’s bedtime.” 

He said, “I’m cleaning my room.”

“You can’t clean your room, it’s time to go to sleep.”

He said, “Okay,” and folded his Spiderman underwear neatly beside a tube of Chapstick. Then he moved an apple juice plastic lid on top of them both, on his side table. “I want apple juice!” he announced and ran to the kitchen table for a sip from a glass left there after dinner time.

— I love toddlerhood.

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