Last night Charlotte woke me up at 2 am. She told me it was “wake up time.” She said we were going into the living room and wanted milk and was acting as if it was actually time to wake up and not the middle of the damn night. She cried when I told her it wasn’t time to be awake and how we had to go back to sleep. She kept pulling my eyelids open. She said “I don’t feel like sleeping!” Over and over.
And it was in this moment that I fully understood why some animals eat their young.
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