Bones

At four and a half, Joey's bedtime stalling tactics are becoming more cunning and more sneaky. But he sunk to a new low tonight, when he threw his favorite plush being under the bus.

I heard the telltale crack of his door, and went to investigate.

"Mommy, I really, really need someone to snuggle with. Can you put the baby down and snuggle with me?"

"No, but you know what? You can snuggle with Superman."

He cast a withering look in the direction of his caped wingman, and stomped back to his bed.

"I can't snuggle with him! I need someone with BONES!"

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