snitch

In the single digit hours of the night, the youngest family member appeared beside our bed, quietly whispering that he needed to snuggle. Doug scooped him up and put him between us in the bed. I adjusted his pillow and covers. He flung an arm over me to let me know that I shouldn’t move. It was a perfect moment…

until the child loudly tattled, “T is playing X-box right NOW.”

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