It's early. Both girls are awake. Jim and I bring them into our bed. They're bouncing and crawling all over. Finally, I give up and say "OK I'm up. I'm going to make breakfast." Lolo sighs, collapses into the bed, and says "I still a little schweepy...but I can eat."
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Lolo is my kind of girl! Even if we are Schweepy, we want to please.
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