There is no squirrel

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I spent the night dreaming about squirrels in the attic. Not just your garden variety squirrel, but tiny flashlight-toting squirrels who were spying on us from above. What can I say- night time is never boring. We discussed the squirrels this morning.

007: so, Ian, do you think there really are squirrels in our attic?
Ian: No!
Michael: How about raccoons?
Ian: just my pet one. He’s very nice. HISK, HISK.
Me: There is no raccoon.

I’ve been workin’

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The Littlest Engineer is enjoying his train set and his grandparent time today. The bittiest dude and I had a rough night. He’s coming down with a cold, so he only wants to sleep on me. But I still have a cough from last weekend’s illness round-robin, so, every time he finally settles, I start coughing and wake him. Which means he is a very tired, cross, congested baby.

He’s also passed out on Rama’s lap. At last, Mommy has quit tormenting the baby.