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Imitating animals.
And then...
"Is it time to make cookies, now, Mom?"
I glance to my right.
10:36pm. Seems 'bout right. Isn't that our usual time?
"Sure, bub."
"Great! What do we need?" I call things off from my memory, and he hunts them down in the pantry, and sets them onto the counter.

Good grief.

Now all the beasties are sleepin', and it's 1:17 "A!"m, and I'm tired, and have a bigbig day full of fun tomorrow.

Gnight.