Sneaking down the stairs for the 3rd time, I told Cole, 'You need to go to bed.'
Cole: Wait, I need to tell you something.
Me: Okay, What?
Cole: Your are a great girl. And my favorite honey. And that is why I want to keep you.
Me: Thank you. I want to keep you to. Now go to bed.
Between you and me, he could sneak downstairs 10 more times if he says those kinds of things. :)
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