And you crash.
Whenever and wherever it may be.
Sometimes it's after church...still in your clothes, shoes barely off, a snack and a drink meant to hold you off till dinner, and your nursery artwork (an outline of your hands) nearby.
And sometimes it's at night...though sometimes your own bed won't quite cut it...
(confusing and unnerving your parents when they come to check on you before they head to bed)
(confusing and unnerving your parents when they come to check on you before they head to bed)
But sometimes you need the comfort and security of Mom and Dad's bed.
So that's where you go (and are found.)
So that's where you go (and are found.)
When it comes to the lazy days of these long, hot months...there are no rules.
Turns out even the little ones know that.
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