It’s 8:30 and she’s yawning, but fights it. Juliette sits between Colleen and me on the couch. We’re watching some new Disney movie I don’t recognize.
But she knows it by heart. We’re snuggled under a blanket and she’s quoting the lines in bits and pieces; a word here, a sentence there.
When the scary part comes, she dispatches me to the flat screen to hide the ghost. I start making magician moves with my arms.Read more on themighty.com