The kids have never slept in their own bed’s.
This is Noah and Evie this morning, still dreaming about “candy” and playdates:
And this is when they woke up:
Lou Lou, I wake up like this every day because of the endless treasures you gifted to me.
When do you think they will want to sleep in their own beds?
No time soon I hope.
The best thing about fathers day is, technically, it’s every day.