Sweet Dreams

To close out bedtime, I was telling the Monkey some stories about Alexander the Great as a young Macedonian prince. You know, the tutelage under Aristotle, the taming of Bucephalus, and the Gordian Knot (but not so much the drunken altercation when his father remarried or the mass slaughters he allowed at Massaga and Ora).

At some point, the Monkey said "I can be king, you can be king, and we can have adventures together." It was such a generous, lovely thought.

When the Monkey Mama puts him down, she often says "Sweet dreams." To which he replies, "Sweet dreams...of mama."

It's really quite touching.