My youngest daughter still comes in the bed at night. I can't tell her, but I will be devastated when she stops her nightly snugglefest. She ventures over, tranquil and cool (her tiny feet are always cold and she nuzzles them in my side for warmth). This little before dawn traveler is always a little chatty. When she was three, we'd chat. Mommy, you hewre. Yes, sweetpea. Mommy, I love you. Lots of big squeezes and forehead and/or cheek kisses ensue. Last night was particularly smushy. You know what mimi, you da best mommy evah. I try not to talk back anymore, but sly child that she is, she knows just what to say and I forget my silence. Mimi, you want me to scratch youwr back. Being pure kitten myself, I couldn't resist. Truth be told, I love having all three of my sweetpeas in the bed. We cozy up. Left, right and center. Everyone purrs. My brood of kit, kitten, kitty and kittycat.
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