How does one tell the flame-haired three-year-old sitting in your lap with her head in the curve of your shoulder, "No more books. It's time to go to bed!" ?
Well, when you're the grandmother, YOU DON'T. We continue reading about Mr. McGregor, a marshmellow chick, 10 jumping monkeys and a bunny who will be loved forever.
Finally, the eyes grow heavy, the bed beckons, and Maddie goes to sleep with the sound of wonderful words and Nonnie's voice in her ear.
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