Today
is Mom's birthday and she's had her birthday restaurant picked out
for at least a month. At 9:30, Austin still wasn't up so I went in to
check on him.
Austin: That's today? I thought your mom was born on the twenty-eighth.
Me: No, that's Emun Elliott. Mom's is today.
So Austin goes back to sleep. I cuddle up on the bed and play on his iPad.
Austin, a few minutes later: Can you move? I want to get up. You're on the blankets.
So I get up. He yanks the bedding up and rolls over and goes back to sleep. He's up now.
Austin: That's today? I thought your mom was born on the twenty-eighth.
Me: No, that's Emun Elliott. Mom's is today.
So Austin goes back to sleep. I cuddle up on the bed and play on his iPad.
Austin, a few minutes later: Can you move? I want to get up. You're on the blankets.
So I get up. He yanks the bedding up and rolls over and goes back to sleep. He's up now.
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