You never realize just how scary a two-year old is until you are awoken at 2:30 AM by an ice-cold touch on your shoulder, open your eyes, and see a bright-eyed, happy face approximately one inch from your face.
“Daddy, I want Cheerios. Get up, Daddy. It’s time for breakfast.”
Thinking about it now makes me smile.
But I am so tired…
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