Gavin crashed out of his toddler bed last night, pushing over the safety rail (note: I ordered him a big boy bed yesterday.) He awoke scared and crying, so I tucked him into bed with me. We snuggled and our Pom Sacci gave him kisses.
"Sacci's trying to make you feel better," I cooed. "He knows you were sad."
"Yeah," Gavin sighs. "My sad. My boom my butt."
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