i ask this question twice every night. i don't know why i ask it other than for the sake of keeping a good habit. gage gets asked first and sometimes he'll ponder on it for a moment, but we always know the ending. dragon! he'll proclaim.
i'll chuckle a little, wrap him up, have him kick his feet and send him on his merry way. next up is garrett. he is asked the question to which i simply get the cutest ROAR you ever heard.
we pull the plug, snuggle him up, dry his feet and make our way next door to join gage who is engaging in dragon-esque activities in the bedroom, such as jumping off the bed and flying. but never breathing fire mind you. no, this dragon is of the friendly variety. garrett always gets a good laugh at the sight of him.
i lotion them up and put them in their warmest jammies. then i gather up the prized towels and take them to their designated hooks, ready for the next night.
some habits are hard to break.