Except that tonight is special, because it's the last night we put our no-year-old to bed.
So instead of reading Pajama Time...
We read this birthday eve poem...
When I have said my evening prayer,
And my clothes are folded on the chair,
And mother switches off the light,
I'll still be no years old tonight.
But from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the darkness turns to gold,
tomorrow I'll be one year old!
one kiss when I wake,
one candle on my cake.
Happy Birthday Eve, Madeleine. We love you very much.