Each morning, my youngest comes into my bedroom, staggering, sleep-filled eyes still trying to adjust to the light, and climbs into bed and nestles up against me...It is like a little furnace that molds to your body...
This morning I awoke to my little "furnace," along with a warm...WET...STINKY... feeling...My son simply replied, "I went potty..."
No kidding...
Warm fuzzies? No...in our house it's more like "warm tinkles..."
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4 comments:
That is too cute. I have had that experience too! I love that my kids come in in the morning. I hope that never changes.
i was still doing it even as a teen. In fact, When I am visiting my dad, I still get in bed and cuddle.
I sure miss doing it with my mom.
Ewwwe.
Awwwe! Nothing like sharing *everything* with the offspring!
ew.
yukky morning. :P
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