When I woke up Saturday morning, kids were hanging out in the sitting room. Bob told me to go take a look at my little boy. I thought he had finally lost his first tooth. Nope. Wrong. My cute little boy had fallen out of bed at 3:41am, we know this because that is the first thing he saw before he cracked his eye on the nightstand.
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We didn't hear him.
And he went back to sleep.
Go figure.
