
He insisted on squishing up to me on the couch before going to bed this evening, so I took the shot.
the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"

He insisted on squishing up to me on the couch before going to bed this evening, so I took the shot.
This has been like the song that has never ended since he turned eighteen last year, though I anticipated it.


I shall politely boop the snoot and walk away to let him fully appreciate his Saturday morning in peace.