At 4 am, Alden tends to get fed, and then he and I roam the house in the dark -- telling stories, looking at the fish tank, watching old episodes of Saturday Night Live. Sometimes, he gets the hiccups, and stares at me, a little confused about the whole ordeal.
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I am entranced by eyes and hicups! Mr. Alden when can I see you again?
ReplyDeleteI *love* the hiccup video. Mr. Alden, when are we getting together?
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