Tonight was one of those nights that I hope I remember. Both of them running and laughing in the backyard. Her tucked in all ready for bed. Him laughing so hard he could hardly breathe but still asking for more tickles.

Update: I just went upstairs to discover Himself had given Herself a jar of vaseline and she had covered her face and arms with the sticky goo. I no longer need to hope that I remember tonight.

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