2AM. S., who has a cold, and isn't sleeping, is tucked into bed between Mommy and Daddy. Who, of course, aren't sleeping either.
S. starts patting Daddy's arm, saying softly, "Daddy, Daddy."
Mommy murmers sleepily, "Do you love your Daddy?"
S. smiles sweetly at Daddy - and gives him the royal raspberry.
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