You actually stole a toothbrush out of my hand and brushed your teeth for like twenty minutes. What a strange thing to get possessive over...particularly when you have the coolest toothbrush EVER...
We went for breakfast with Steph and it turned into a day at Clark Park (you two play the same) and then some lounging around before bringing her to the city and coming home where we lounged some more. Aunt Beth came and ate a quick dinner, and you and I cuddled out the rest of the evening. You're not feeling well. You kept spacing out, eyes all glassy...and took my hand and had me rub or hold your face and cheeks. You even let me condition and detangle your hair! Hopefully it's all better THIS tomorrow...and that you still let me do your hair.
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