I woke up this morning not to my alarm clock, but to Eli crying. He was trapped in the duvet. How he got in this jam I have no clue. When I was trying to free him he just kept scooting around in such a panic that it looked like an alien was living in my bed. I finally got him out after much tustling. Did Eli show me any type of gratitude? NO! All he did was look at me like -"Where's my breakfast?".
*If anybody was worried Lola slept through the whole thing.
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