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He sets on to read, but really does just share the pillow with his shiny iPad. Once I'm done with my iPod readings, I gently wake him up, so that we can get devices out of the bed, turn lights off, and spoon into oblivion or somesuch. Except gentlest gesture never quite does it, and hardly an evening goes by without a peak into his early dreams. When I don't report them, it's only because I'm beyond the point of forming detailed memories myself. He never fails. Only I do, repeatedly.

Chris: What about the whistle?
Me: What about?
Chris: Did it blow?
Me: Yes.

Smart cookie, am I? Then why the hell did I not answer 'no' and get more of it?