Jan 8, 2009
Again last night, Malia crawled into bed between me and Erin and did her best to kick off the covers and freeze us out of our own comfortable bed.
“Holy smoke,” she blurted out in the dark, jolting me awake for fear of a fire in the house.
But she had more to tell.
“I was dreaming in my head about a lot of lollipops. That’s why I said, ‘Holy smoke.’”
Anton Zuiker ☄
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