Dear Son,
"Big Boy Bed" is not as much fun as I had hoped it would be. You seem to think its some sort of punishment, and tonight as I was asking you for the seventy-eleventh time to PLEASE lie back down . . .
you looked at me with those lady killers of yours and said,
"sowwy mommy . . . hug?"
Its now 1am.
I'm going to sleep.
Iloveyou
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