Disclaimer: I wish I wish with all my heart to live with turtles in the land of junk.
Word By: I'm a girl; Splinter reads Mikey a bedtime story.
"Michelangelo, my son, what are you doing out of bed? With your temperature so high Donatello insisted you needed rest."
My youngest son just looked at me with those big pleading eyes of his, that look he knew would get him out of almost anything.
Yet this I had to stand my ground firm on, he could not get better if he did not rest.
Guiding him into his room I stood there and watched him crawl into bed and snuggle up in the covers, but as I turned to make my leave he called out behind me "Sensi, will you tell me a story?"
I hesitated in the doorway, I had not told my children fables in many years, but with his brothers away and the youngest feeling left out, I could not deny him this luxury.
Once I had finished the story I looked down at my snoozing son. Tucking the blankets around him I got up and headed for the door, but heard the whisper behind me "I should get sick more often if you tell me stories like that."
I had planned on fully doing a bedtime story, but it just got to long, if you want to see that one and it be a drabble on its own let me know