Charlie appears to be our vivid dreamer. This morning, he woke at 5:20 with loud wailing.
Me: What's wrong, buddy?
C (wailing): Jono broke my eggs!
Me: Jono broke your eggs?
C (somewhat more subdued): Yeah.
Me: Did you tell him you didn't like that?
C: No, I just crying.
Me: OK, buddy, night night.
With a little paci help, he rolled over and went right back to sleep.
Growing Wallaces
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