Last night, I went to bed about midnight after falling asleep on the couch then doing a little "Interneting". Upstairs, I found Markus sleeping on the floor in the hallway to the bedrooms. It was as if he had camped out with a blankie and a pillow. Did he perhaps sleepwalk? Or is this some kind of protest against the establishment? Then I found the following note beside him:
Aaahhh. Isn’t that priceless? It sounded like a protest, all right, in the same manner he tells me quite often, "I need a hug!" or "Mom did not hug me yet." A sweet protest.
“I want to hug Mommy forever,” Markus told me in the kitchen not too long ago as he gave me a tight squeeze.