This story is by RealScience87
My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night.
My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed.
My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve.
"Guess how old I'm going to be next month."
"I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses.
"How old?"She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now.
My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours.
She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
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The Midnight Hour
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