David sleeps under his bed. Not in his bed, or on it. Under it. He starts out in the right place, but ends up under it. Not even on the floor. Sometimes he's on the floor...but then I wake up and there he is, under the bed. Is he the monster under there? Are other little kids afraid of the monster under there, and it's my kid? Ha! That would be funny.
He's watching me type this, and he wants my hands in a certain place, and for me to be sitting up in a certain way so he can sit on my lap. This morning we have errands to run...go to Tar-zhay, get diapers, get some food, but not too much. Get a few other things. He whispers when he wakes up.
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