After being tucked in for bed every night, our five year-old son, Charlie, sits in bed, reflecting on his day before assuming his customary and bizarre sleeping position (on his face) and going to sleep.
This is something he started doing on his own more than a year ago. One night, before the lights went out, he decided that it would be good to think back on this day and consider all that has happened.
Kind of remarkable.
Recently, he explained this to one of our babysitters as she was putting him to bed. She was impressed, too. "Do you think about tomorrow, too?" she asked.
"I can't," he said. "I don't know what we're doing tomorrow."
"Maybe you could set some goals for tomorrow," she replied. "Make some plans."
Charlie thought about it for a moment before answering, "I think I want to talk about poop more."
And reader, as my wife, Elysha can attest, he did.
Just in case that his decision to be reflective each night made him sound like some soulfully advanced, hyper-mature kindergartener.
Not so much.