Well, I love him.
As a matter of fact, he's one of my most favorite people on the planet.
But if he doesn't stop waking me up in the middle of the night every single day, him and I are going to fight.
I'm only 28 years old. I don't need bags under my eyes. He's 7 years old for crying out loud. I should be able to get an uninterrupted 6 to 8 hours of sleep.
Mostly he complains about nightmares. See, the thing about Bubba is that he is a fraidy cat.
Is that mean for me to say?
Well, it's the truth.
The crazy thing is that he really is quite an adventurous little kid...but when he hears a bump in the night, he comes running for his mama.
I love ya, Dude, but you're killing me.
Yawn.
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