I know I've talked about Melina's "one day" habit before (that's how she asks for a story), but I have to say there is nothing worse than laying in bed at 6:45 on a Saturday morning with Melina snuggled up between us, comfortably and cozily drifting back to sleep, and suddenly hearing:
One day?
Once you hear that, you pretty much know that any chance of additional sleep is shot. And then there are the moments when you're navigating rush hour traffic, trying to get around a cyclist while a Hummer approaches from the opposite direction, when you hear...
One day, mama?
And you know that the only truly satisfying "one day" will be about... a scary monster! (See post below).
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