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Just managed to put them into bed. Bradley sleeps on the bottom bunk,
Es on top. We'd gone throught the traditional and customary arguments
and sleeping positions. I'm laying next to Brad, he wants me to put my
arm around for the usual cuddle, "sure I say, and do you know why?" He
replies, "because you love me."
Esme moans from above, "doh, I don't get a cuddle no more." "Sorry I
say, can't reach," and I try to get my arm stretched up, but only
manage my hand over her bed. She grasps it, play acting, "oh thank you
Daddy," and squeezes my hand and gives it a big kiss.
Bradley scoffs, "what she do? Kiss you hand, does she want to marry you!"
Where did he get the kiss and marriage thing from? I didn't even know he knew the word.
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