The same went for my brother- we just loved to sleep.
But, not wanting to miss out on the most important meal of the day that is breakfast, we had cereal as a bedtime snack. Something had to fuel our dreams.

And while I think most everything the lil' dude does, says, thinks, acts, looks screams her Daddy, there are some instances where she proves she is her mother's daughter.

Something has to fuel her dreams.
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