The kids are asleep. Erin and I sit chatting on the couch, exhausted again, having the usual conversation.
Erin: You should go to bed.
Me: YOU should go to bed.
We hear the pitter-pat of feet in the hallway.
Erin: I'm pretty sure it's a kid.
Sure enough, a very sleepy Jane comes padding out to the living room.
Me: Well hello, Janey. You OK?
Erin: I don't think she's awake.
Her eyes are half closed. Her cheeks are puffy. She says not a word, but climbs on my lap, curling up like an infant. I melt.
Erin covers us in a blanket and turns down the light. We stay this way for a while before moving to bed.