6:30 am...on a day when John doesn't have to work and we're trying to "sleep in."
B: Can I cuddle with you?
Me: Do you want to cuddle with me or Daddy? (trying to wrangle Archer and keep him away from Bryton's hair.)
Me: I must be a better cuddler than Daddy huh?
B: Yes. And you're a PRETTY cuddler.