It took nearly 3 hours to reach this state of sleeping bliss. The little boy who was a Gruffalo for Carnival is now officially sooooooo afraid of a Gruffalo that we can not growl like a Gruffalo, joke about a Gruffalo, leave any books about Gruffalos (or any books with references to them) in his room while he is sleeping.
After 6 exoduses from his bed, and a world of threats made by his father, and myself, and only after promising to keep the hall light on, his door open and the door to the living room open, did he finally pass out and go to sleep. And, he kissed me 42 times. The last 11 or so dont count because he was acting like a fish. The first 42 counted.
That's Gabriel at age 3.
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