I usually let Kyle choose his bedtime book but if we're being straight here--and I like to think that's what we're usually being--I've been known to attempt to persuade him toward a shorter book if it's late or if I'm tired. (Or if reading the same long book a 15th night in a row, which can make me stabby.)
Tonight I persuaded him into a much shorter book than I realized and when I got to the end, Kyle looked at me, annoyed, and said, "Three pages? That's it? Well, that's pretty short."
He'll be four in February. And something has happened over the last few weeks. Something surprising and shocking and weird. He SEEMS like he's going to be four in two months. Okay, that's not actually all that surprising. That's just math. I know.
But, well. I was never very good at math. Math was always tough for me.