I went in to check on Al and Paige, and she brightly exclaimed, "Mommy!" I swear, toddlers have night vision goggles. She smelled of diarrhea, so I took her from the bed. She was burning up. So we went downstairs to get Motrin, and, as I type, she is mmm'ing away -- eating a cranberry muffin she spied as we walked through the kitchen.
I never have been a midnight snacker. But I guess my daughter is one.
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