"Mama, I ate Target."
I go upstairs to kiss him goodnight and find that he and Papa have zipped Target into his PJs. Only I think he forgot what he was supposed to say then because there was a long silence while I dramatized my concern over the fact that he had just swallowed his Ugli Doll.
And then, finally. APRIL FOOLS!
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