I have heard stories all my life about my own love for sleep. About how I would fall asleep right at the dinner table...using the marinara sauce as my personal night cream. I remember when I first dated Gary 16 years ago how he would miss our 12pm Chinese Politics class because he overslept. So where did Jack's hatred of sleep come from? Which one of you who share our blood caused this? Fess up! HA! He has not been to sleep before 10:30 pm once this week! And to add insult to injury the other night during his nighttime ramblings I heard him declare...
"Maybe mommy could be pretty and wear a dress."
So as Jack says..."Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the dump trucks bite."
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