The mind of a two year old
J boy and I were discussing our trip to visit my brother et.al. in the fall. We were working out the sleeping situation in route as we stayed at a motel or two--who would sleep with whom. I think we both forgot K girl was there--until she popped up and said "I sleep with uncle Jesse". I guess she must like him. Last time he was in town, she was completely hyper, until she climbed up on his lap at dinner and sat without moving for about 45 minutes (pretty impressive--she's quite picky as to who she'll snuggle with).
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