It began one night when mummy was tired.
Too tired to do anything but lie on her big bed and hope for some peace and quiet.
She lay there reading her book and wishing the world away.
A little girl skipped into the room... Mummy, can I come in?
Only if there's no talking, mummy replied.
The little girl piled books beside the big bed.
She wriggled under the covers, snuggled up to mummy and started reading...
A little boy saw the cosy pair.
Mummy, can I come in too? he asked.
Only if there's no talking, mummy replied.
The boy piled books on the other side of the big bed.
He wriggled under the covers, snuggled up to mummy and started reading...
Little eyes grew heavy. Little heads began to nod.
Before long mummy was surrounded by the sound of angels sleeping...
And so it continued... the next night... and probably the night after that...
Booksnuggling - our new favourite thing.
xxx