Preacher went upstairs to put Christopher to bed. Christopher was running around the room bare-assed, dodging his jammies; the kid loved being naked. Preacher grabbed him up, swung him around as he giggled and stood him on the bed. Enough, he said. You're going to bed. Read to me, Christopher said, bouncing. Your mommy is going to read tonight. Ten minutes. And then lights-out. Preacher got him in the pajamas and gave Paige a little slap on the rump. I'll see you downstairs in ten. Okay, she said, a little surprised by his apparent playful mood. Preacher
by Robyn Carr
(0 Reviews)

The scene unfolds with Preacher heading upstairs to help his son Christopher get ready for bed. Christopher, exhilarated by his nudity, evades his jammies while giggling. Preacher playfully scoops him up and settles him on the bed, emphasizing it’s time to sleep, though Christopher wants a bedtime story.

After informing Christopher that his mother will read to him tonight and giving a brief time frame of ten minutes, Preacher manages to get the boy dressed in pajamas. He shares a light-hearted moment with Paige, giving her a playful slap on the bottom as he prepares to return downstairs. It’s a snapshot of a warm, family evening routine amid the playful chaos of parenthood.

Stats

Categories
Author
Votes
0
Page views
2
Update
February 11, 2025

Rate the Quote

Add Comment & Review

User Reviews

Based on 0 reviews
5 Star
0
4 Star
0
3 Star
0
2 Star
0
1 Star
0
Add Comment & Review
We'll never share your email with anyone else.
More »

Other quotes in Shelter Mountain

More »

Popular quotes

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
by Mitch Albom
Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can't explain, something that created it all at the end of the search. And no matter how far they try to go the other way – to extend life, play around with the genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty – at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When the life comes to an end? I shrugged. You see? He leaned back. He smiled. When you come to the end, that's where God begins.
by Mitch Albom
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
by Mitch Albom
The nun said, I can forgive the language. I'm not sure I can forgive your making an obscene gesture at your mother. Ya gotta know her, Holland said. If you knew her, you'd give her the finger, too.
by John Sandford
But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner's mind.
by David Mitchell
There's lying," says Mum, fishing out the envelope she wrote the directions on from her handbag, "which is wrong, and there's creating the right impression, which is necessary.
by David Mitchell
Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.
by David Mitchell
Ain't you supposed to have peace when you die?'You have peace,' the old woman said, 'when you make it with yourself.
by Mitch Albom
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
by David Mitchell
But love takes many forms, and it is not the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.
by Mitch Albom