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Joe did Adin's bedtime routine tonight. They sang a bunch of songs and then Adin said, "Now let's sleep." Joe reached up his hand to put it between slats of crib. Adin squeezed his fingers for a bit and then twisted his hand back and forth a few times, and said, "Papa, you're my wrench." Joe said, "Adin, you're so sweet. You're my boy." Adin replied, "You're my grownup."
Now he's singing in his crib, "The Lord is good to meeee," over and over.
1 comment:
I absolutely love this. LOVE this!
By the way, thanks for your kind words in response to my blog post. I did have a similar thought - what would have happened if I'd been the first car in line and not the second?
Take care of you and yours!
Beth.
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