This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party

Birthday girl

Last night after I Marlo and I read books and I sang her songs, she turned over with her thumb in her mouth and I kissed her forehead. I stood up to leave, said good night when she suddenly sat up.

“Mom, when I wake up will I be four?” she asked.

“You sure will be!” I answered.

“Can I wake up now?”

“No, you have to sleep now.”

“But I want to be four now.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” I explained.

“But I want it to work that way.”

“You’re going to have to take that up with science, kid.”

“Who’sth sthience?”

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