A few nights in the past week I've been woken up by the little voice coming from the other room. It still (and may always) elicit the instantly-awake-leap-out of bed-ready-to-race-to-the-adjacent-room-to-soothe response. The last few nocturnal chatter, however, were each one sentence, then silence, occurring sometime around 4:45 AM:
(Thursday night/Friday morning) "No! Mine!"
(Saturday night/Sunday morning) "Yeah? Daddy. Open!"
The kiddo talks in her sleep. I've always wondered what she dreams about.
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Great. Now I have that song stuck in my head. "...when you're talking in your sleep. When you close your eyes and you fall asleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. Everything about you is a mystery."
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