A couple of days ago I was snuggling in bed with Lauren on a Saturday afternoon in a desperate attempt to get her to nap. It wasn't working, but that's beside the point.
As I lay there sort of marveling at her still baby-fatty elbows and hands, and wondering when she might stop flopping around like a walleye trapped on the dock, she snuggled up close and looked up into my eyes. In a perfect stage whisper she said, "mama, you have bears in the cave."
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