My child makes me laugh. A lot. I think I may have mentioned that before.
Yesterday morning, I was in my bedroom, having just woken up from a lovely morning of sleeping in (which actually consists of getting 2.5 hrs of sleep after a 6am feeding), when Jason told me I had to come out and see my daughter. When I walked out to the living room, I saw Cate in the swing, but no sign of the big kid.
All I saw was the empty box that all the new bedding came in.
At least, I thought it was empty.
But it wasn't... Sleeping Beauty was in it, sleeping away, and waiting for Prince Charming to come and wake her up.
Now I wonder why we buy toys.
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