Bedtime Story

"Mommy, can I read another Frog and Toad story?"  Angie asked as she undressed for her bath. 
I cocked my head and gave her my best are-you-crazy? look.  "Of course you can read another story.  You never have to ask me if you can read, baby." 
"Before bedtime?" she asked, just checking.
I nodded my assent.  "You can read me a bedtime story," I said.  "And then I'll fall asleep and you can wash the dishes and clean up the living room and plan tomorrow's lessons and..."
"No," she squealed, giggling.  "I'm too young to do that, Mommy!"
But she did read me a bedtime story.  And I still stayed up to do the dirty work.