Working in my downstairs castle last night. A tearful voice floats from upstairs.

"Daddy, come lay by me! Lay by me Daddy!"

Trudge up. Walk in. Magdelana, bouncing up and down, perspiring in the night heat, repeating herself. "I want you to lay by my crib!"

A moment later, something grabs her attention, dimly luminescent through the window shade. "Hey, what's that? It's the moon! The moon is tired, and taking a nap. Like me!"

And I hugged her, and pulled her out of the crib at 1:30, and we slept on the floor by her crib. Woke up with sun beating in and her sitting next to me, disheveled and ready to rock and roll.

Like that kid.

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