Oftentimes my daughter wakes up in the middle of the night. She walks to our room, hops into our bed, snuggles herself in between Patty and me and falls back to sleep. In the morning we usually wake up with her head on our tummies and her feet on our faces.
"Why do you do that?" we teased her one morning. "You have a nice big bed and soft sheets and pillows. Why do you have to force yourself into our crowded bed?"
"It's more comfortable here," she said with a naughty smile.
"Your stomach is softer than goose down!"
"Why do you do that?" we teased her one morning. "You have a nice big bed and soft sheets and pillows. Why do you have to force yourself into our crowded bed?"
"It's more comfortable here," she said with a naughty smile.
"Your stomach is softer than goose down!"
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