Tonight, I returned home from a dinner with the girls at church at about 10pm. Of course, one child was still awake. Can you guess who? Can you guess? Oh yes, Mr. Blake--whose middle name is Awake. After one last session of "loves and kisses," I gave up on trying to make him go up to bed, and let him lay on my lap while I talked to Michael. Eventually, he dozed off.
And then, I felt something crawling my leg. I looked down and-AGGGHHHHHHHH!!! It was a slimy slug! It must have followed me home. I jumped up and screamed, sending poor little Blake flopping over, half-dazed. When he saw the slug, his eyes popped open.
After a dozen or so worried questions about where slugs come from, how quickly they can kill you in your sleep, why they're so slimy, etc... Blake's eyelids closed again. Our sweet little one is now in his bed, probably dreaming of... killer slugs.
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