![]() Waking with my body aching, I carefully climb out of Destiny’s tiny toddler bed, making sure not to wake her then head down the hall to mine and Ashlyn’s room. Sighing, I pick up a book off her desk and head back toward her, watching her smile. “Can you read me another story?” Turning to look at her, I watch her give me the puppy dog eyes that are my kryptonite. “Night, baby.” I head for the door then stop when her soft, sweet voice asks quietly, Tucking her back in for the tenth time since putting her to bed over an hour ago, I kiss her forehead then stand. “Okay, Daddy.” She holds her arms out toward me and I pick her up, feeling her heavy weight against my chest as I carry her back to bed. But there are times, like right now when I know her mom is in bed awake and waiting for me, that I wish I could send her away for a night or three. “All done.” She grins at me mischievously after washing her hands four times. “Okay, come on.” I help her up and lead her across the hall to the bathroom. “Do you really have to potty?” I ask and she shrugs. ![]() ![]() ![]() “Can I go potty?” Jesus, this kid doesn’t stop. ![]() “You already had water,” I remind her, since we just got back from getting water three minutes ago. Ancient Roman Surgeons were Trained to Block Out the Screams of Human Pain! ![]()
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