Rocks

At the dinner table one evening, I told Abigail one of my favorite stories from my childhood, called Too Much Noise. It’s about an old man who can’t sleep because of the wind and tapping branch outside his bedroom window. At the end of the story, he finally falls asleep. At this point, I said, “And that night, the old man slept like a rock.” To which Abigail replied, “Mommy?” “Yes, baby?” “… how do rocks sleep?” HA!