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My daughter woke me around 11:45 last night.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve.
"Guess how old I'm going to be next month?"
"I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It's 7:30 now. My spouse and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
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