"Can we read a chapter tonight, mom?"
I could see the twinkle in Claire's eyes. We're currently reading Charlotte's Web. I sighed. It has been such a long day, such a long week. "Honey, why don't we read two chapters tomorrow? I am so tired tonight and my eyes hurt."
Claire would never do well in poker. Her face, those sweet soft features, turned upside down to show me her disappointment. Her eyes, usually a deep gray-brown, turned a bit more green before she looked down at her lap. "Okay, mom. Maybe tomorrow." She let out a very theatrical sigh. I need to get this kid an agent, I swear. She'd do great on screen or on a stage.
I wasn't lying to her when I had said how tired I was. And my eyes hurt because of my sinus headache I've been battling for a couple of days now. Suck it up and just read that chapter, or leave her to go to bed feeling disappointed? I sighed my own very theatrical sigh (well, she had to get that from somewhere), and said. "Okay, but you have to help me."
She smiled at me. The green in her eyes turned back to the gray-brown that I love, as her whole face lit up.