Teeny Ladybug, Handlebar Mustache
Last night was a rough one. Both kids were up at separate times, for separate reasons (a cough, needing water). Early this morning, I let one crawl in bed with me and now they’re snoozing away, catching up. There’s something sweet about a sack-of-bones kid sawing away on your pillow, the right kind of entitlement: I belong here.
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