E came to me with a story about a bad dream, I couldn't really understand him but I held him on my lap and we cuddled until he was ok, we started talking and laughing together, and then I told him that something strange happened to me last night. "Was it a bad dream?" No, it wasn't a bad dream, but it wasn't something good.
I told him that while I was sleeping, someone tried to put their foot down the back of my pants. He started grinning, "That was a-dent-y (accidentally) me!" he confessed. Why did you do that? We laughed over it but you know what? I sure hope he quits doing it - its bad enough that he sneaks into our bed every night, but to have him weaseling his foot into my pants is just weird!!
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