3am eternal

R (weary but game after yet another wakeful night): You little ruffian, you.

C (bouncing on mummy’s bladder, laughing her head off): Eee! Eee! Eee!

J: How much sleep did you get?

R: Couple of hours. You?

J: Almost none. She squeaked as soon as I lay down.

C: Eee! Eee! Eee!

R: Whom the gods would destroy, they first send lovable rogues.

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