Andy came into the bedroom the other night around 10pm. He already had a sneaky look in his eye.
Andy: Mommy, I'm scared.
Me: Of what?
Andy: I don't know.
At this point he launched into an explanation while simultaneously but not so surreptitiously crawling over Shawn and began to inch his way under the covers between us.
Andy: Can I sleep in here from now on?
Me: Honey, you have all of your stuff in your room. You have your hermit crabs and your monster spray and your stuffed manatees.
Andy: Well, I can move them all in here.
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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