Jasper absolutely refused to let me help him get ready for bed that night, all but demanding that Hector do it. I easily gave in, holding my hands up in surrender and shoving Hector in Jasper’s direction. The look of utter shock and uncertainty in Hector’s eyes was amusing, but this was what he wanted so he needed to get used to it.
“What do I do?” He asked, looking from Jasper to me and back again. I just laughed.
“Help him get ready for bed. He’s already ate. So, bath, brush teeth, bed time story. Simple really.” I shrugged leaning against the door frame.
“I want to wear these.” Jasper shouted, bounding out of his closet holding up a pair of race car pajamas.
“Alright.” Hector mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I guess…um….” He looked over to me making me bite my l
