JT could not find his beloved stuffed lion, Poquito (full name Poquito Tito for those of you who are Skippyjon Jones fans), last night before bed. I was exhausted and told him to just go to bed and that we'd search for Poquito in the morning. JT wailed, "But how can I sleep when my heart is breaking?" Poor, little buddy. Of course one cannot sleep when one's heart is breaking. This is why I was crawling around on all fours in a sleepy fog last night calling out to a stuffed animal.
Poquito didn't answer, in case you were wondering. But he was found, safe and sound, so JT's world could continue to turn. And I could succumb to the fog and get some sleep.
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