But then, a little bit after midnight, I heard a familiar sound of scratching at the front door. It must've been Abbie. I know a "let me in" scratch when I hear it; he does it enough to my bedroom door when it's closed. I figured maybe he got bored of running around, or maybe he met a big dog and the dog didn't like him, so I went down and let him in.
And wouldn't you know...
Looks like SOMEONE had decided to go on a mission!
He really wanted to read it first, but it's hard to turn the pages when you don't have opposable thumbs. So I think I'm going to have to read it to him. For him. You know.
There really was an adventure tonight but it was mine, not his, and tomorrow when I can better piece together the wonder and amazement I had over the fact that there was an entire celebration for a book, I'll tell you all about it.