Last night, as we made our way to his crib, little e grabbed my t-shirt off our bed. He held tight through our whole going-to-bed routine -- the counting of the stars, the twinkle, twinkle, the turning on of the ceiling fan. As he snuggled up to it, I asked him if he wanted me to take it or if he was going to sleep with it. He said, "Sleep with mama's t-shirt." So, I thought last night was just a fluke. But tonight when Ed put him to bed, he asked for mama's T-shirt again.
And now for the Debbie Downer portion of the story. All that sweetness aside, don't think I'm not going to remove the t-shirt just as soon as I get upstairs to eliminate any risk of strangulation by said t-shirt.
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