I haven't taken an afternoon nap since, well probably since Froilan was governor. Sommer and I crashed out on the bed while talking about intellectual stuff like the color of rain clouds and whether Billy Bob would make a better pancake than burger. I woke up an hour later to Peyton asleep on the comforters. She looked like a little kitty on the windowsill.
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Sommer:
Mom can I use this pillow?
Mom this pillow smells like daddy.
Mom this pillow is so soft, it's my favorite pillow.
I'm serious.
