Eric wanted a "sna" last night. At midnight, when he'd already had a pre-dinner snack, dinner (including 5 meatballs), and an after-dinner snack. He kept sitting up and talking about food, ba-ba, gogurt, sna. Sometime before 3 a.m. I think he finally conked out. At least today is gorgeous working at home, eighties and sunny, ahhh, summer is comin'.
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