Sam rustles, wiggles, and twists his body into mine in the middle of the night. "Mama, I need to tell you a few things!" I don't respond because I want him to go to sleep, I don't want him to be chatty. He repeats it several times and then settles back to sleep.
This morning I asked him if he remember what it was he needed to tell me.
"I went hunting in the morning with Daddy"
"I fell into a big puddle, twice!"
"But it wasn't over my head."
Whew, what a relief.
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