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Warrior Nights

3:19 am this morning after about half an hour of being bounced around in the bed by Todd’s flailing legs and arms

Todd: Are you cold? (I had just turned the electric fireplace back on in our bedroom.)

Me: Yes and you’ve been busy playing warrior in your sleep.

Todd: I was beating up an old man.

Me (shocked, a bit frightened of the answer, but still dying to know): Why were you beating up an old man?

Todd: He was a child molester.

Me (nervous to hear the answer): Who was he molesting?

Todd: I don’t know– some Chinese kids. So I pushed him into a cooler and was crushing pop cans against his head.

Me: Well that explains a lot.

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