unable to help myself, i engage ryan in conversation
shortly after, the rattling begins... similar to a scampering mouse or some other unwelcome creature.
ryan & i exchange groggy glances, followed by grins
"is that coming from their room?"
we tip toe curiously down the hall as the clanking grows louder
no small voices or mischievous laughter
but a sudden twist of the knob
"i climb out of bed."
a darting glance at sleeping beauty, as we ushered spider man out of the room...golf club in hand, pacifier secured.
and so begins our premature transition to big-kid beds
and yet another sign that our wee ones are not so wee anymore
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