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tales from the bed

yesterday paul told my mother that my bed actually belongs to him and his father. his "own bed," he said, belongs to mommy. i really need to make him sleep in his own bed more often.

he then told my mom to lie down. she complied. he lay down next to her, then after a moment or two said, "wake up, cam. wake up." (clearly he is awake and listening to me in the morning. i had no idea.)

she didn't stir, so he tried again. "wake up, gramma. wake up." no response (though she was fighting a grin).

finally he tried once more. "wake up, person! wake up!" how could she resist that?



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