Only you, Mommy, can make me go to sleep. Only you can keep me fromy wailing. Well, unless you give me to Auntie J or Uncle L or MomMom and then I might, just might allow one of them to rock me to sleep or walk me to sleep or swing me to sleep. Daddy will do in a pinch. Now, Mommy, I'm pretty sure that you remember our little talk a few months ago. I know you wanted to spend an evening out having dinner at Daddy's thing at the Rotunda. But, Mommy, it was bedtime. T is good, but she's not that good. Never again, Mommy. Home by 8pm. Sorry you didn't get to eat. The food wouldn't have been that good anyway.
15 June 2006
Only You
Only you, Mommy, can make me go to sleep. Only you can keep me fromy wailing. Well, unless you give me to Auntie J or Uncle L or MomMom and then I might, just might allow one of them to rock me to sleep or walk me to sleep or swing me to sleep. Daddy will do in a pinch. Now, Mommy, I'm pretty sure that you remember our little talk a few months ago. I know you wanted to spend an evening out having dinner at Daddy's thing at the Rotunda. But, Mommy, it was bedtime. T is good, but she's not that good. Never again, Mommy. Home by 8pm. Sorry you didn't get to eat. The food wouldn't have been that good anyway.
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It's only me too for Isabelle at night. But of course that's because Alan isn't home.
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