a few minutes, bedtime

Sitting in bed next to my son as we read our books I thought to myself something along the lines of “I don’t have time to draw anything” but also “even a few minutes would be worth while”.

Then I noticed that there was a pencil in my hand (I like to write in my books) and space on the book mark.  (Incidentally, the stuffed Corgi appears larger than it is in life.)