Last night while I was trying to get the boys to bed Andrew was taking a long time picking out a book. He would pick one book off the shelf, leaf through a couple of the pages, and then drop it at his feet. He kept doing this for a couple of minutes and he was ankle deep in books, I couldn’t even see his feet anymore, when I finally grew frustrated and I told him,

“Pick a book already or we won’t read one.”

He pick another book off the shelf, looked at it and said, “This one.”

Just Me and My Dad. Of course. I’m pretty sure they do this on purpose.