Almost every night, just before bedtime, the two of you switch from being each other's antagonists to the happiest of playmates. Perhaps united by the mutual enemy of bedtime, you conspire to make it nearly impossible for me to break up the fun and send you off to dream land. The tickling, the silly, newly invented games, the sweetness and snuggles and giggles on top of giggles, how can I be the bad guy and stop it, when the majority of the day I was the referee, breaking up the squabbles over who touched who's stuff, who was laughing at the other's misfortune, who had the bigger pickle. So tonight, instead of hurrying bedtime, I let it be. I let the giggles soak into me, and pulled out the camera.
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