This was one of the posts I'd had ready to publish from some time ago. I was going to delete it, but I thought I'd go ahead and post it anyway.
As you already know, dad likes to sit in mom's rocker most mornings reading, writing and doing "work stuff". One morning last week mom couldn't sleep and got up crazy early. Dad and I watched as she shuffled, bleary-eyed out of the bedroom and came over to where we were sitting.
Dad slid over to the side of the chair, held me out of the way, and mom curled up in his lap. Not one for sharing my space I immediately established my place sandwiched between dad's belly and the crook of mom's lap, and there we three sat for the rest of the morning, until dad had to get up and get ready for work.