This morning my daughter ate, burped, and tried to fall asleep. I walked her slowly into the nice, quiet, dark bedroom, and laid her down on the nice bed. I lay down beside her, quiet and still, breathing slowly and soothingly.
She promptly woke up.
I went back to the living room, where The Man and The Boy were playing. There was chatting. Music. Movement. Light. Cats meowing. General nuttiness.
She went to sleep.
Crazy.
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