We're in Janesville right now. Every time we go out of town, the boy gets no sleep so neither do we. He gets to bed late, doesn't sleep well because he's so excited about the fun in store for him, then wakes up early to get his day started. This morning was no different. He started with his morning growl, he stretched and made loud noises, then started to sing at the top of his lungs. Ed and I groaned and wallowed in our misery. I beckoned from the bed,
"Come here, buddy, so I can punch you in the face."
And he replied, "No I won't. You can't punch your own BROTHER in the face!"
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