Happens the same way every morning. Henry drops off to sleep. I mean, the kid appears to be dead asleep, y’all, so I distract Violet with a DVD and tiptoe to the shower. Was that him? Nope, just my imagination. I undress and – wait, was that him? I creep back into his room, naked boobs swinging in the breeze, but he appears to be sleeping contentedly although I now think he’s playing possum at this point, probably giggling the minute I leave the room.It's what I'm babbling about today.
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