Dylan,
You came running into our room this morning around 6:30, scampering onto the bed like a frightened animal then snuggling in with Mommy. I asked what scared you and you denied being scared.
Over breakfast I asked why you had come running so fast into our room. Because you thought Mommy was going to take all your pens and color with them, I heard you say.
"No," you corrected me, "she was going to take all my bears and cuddle with them."
I guess you were just trying to keep Mom pinned down.
Dad
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