Snuggleufagus

My alarm clock this morning was the four year old.  He knocked politely on the door, didn’t wait for a response, and crawled into bed with me.

He is as narrow as a blade of new grass and his hair smells like sunshine.

I asked him if he knew he was pretty special.

“Yes, auntie.  It’s because I’m a good snuggler.”

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Snuggleufagus

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